in the northern wood - v2

Camera and snowshoes, dressed in layers

head down, focused on the little things,

Fresh tracks in the layered crust of snow,

ice and snow really

the tunnels of the voles,

The turned shape of the dead leaves,

clinging still to the branches, the twigs

defying winter

The subtle sound of the trees

caressing each other, high in the canopy

a dance called by the wind

A distinctive crack of gunfire,

echoing in the still cold forest

And me, out in the northern wood,

without any blaze orange

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Edited July 22, 2013

“in the northern wood – v2”

December 7, 2007

“in the northern wood”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-northern-wood.html

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Edited July 22, 2013

“seeing the words – v2”

December 4, 2007 12:25pm

“seeing the words”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2007/12/seeing-words.html

about writing poetry, when it is a gift of God,

transcribing the words God already wrote

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