Poem.

'Life can be a river' I once read, 

So I leapt silently into the Atlantic, 

My skin akin with the water, 

Breathing the piney, coastal air. 

written by the sea, in the sea, for the sea, with Jake and Elsie after the Maine Country Ground Fair (Jake with his wine and cheese, Else with her ukulele, my with my bare feet and writing tools).
On the Coast of Maine, US. 

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Winter Poem

a little winter poem i wrote in Whistler, BC as the cold was setting in.

The Larch

bared wintry against my window

The Lark

soft burst of downy darkness

The Last

bittered leaf curls to the pavement

The Larkspur

breathes close to the earth, trying to warm.

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A little poem

I wonder.

The birds know, 

the trees and wind tell them, 

The little bear watches his mother

The yearling elk follows the trail of footprints ahead of him, 

The ground nods quietly to the feet, hooves and claws that gently walk it. 

A knowing, of the way to travel, the pattern and circle, 

the prospering through the moons.

A forgotten knowledge.

The way.

a little poem i wrote one night in Vancouver. photo of Franconia, White Mountains, NH.