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Monday, July 22, 2013

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”
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Edited July 22, 2013
“seeing the words – v2”
December 4, 2007 12:25pm
“seeing the words”
about writing poetry, when it is a gift of God,
transcribing the words God already wrote

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