at the swimming pond
oaks, blackberries, and wind
sculpt the landscape round
reflection bears
the iridescent selves
of brown, tan, grey,
and green, green, green
Saturday, February 27, 2016
skin mosaic
by helen laurence
what
can we say
when
one trembling leaf
joins
a chorus of a thousand?
silence
opens the alder entrance:
late
light penetrates the stream
curving
among tall guardians,
themselves shielded:
brown,
gray, tan mosaic
stippled
by velvet black,
roundly
their bark accepts
filtered
brilliance.
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Washed by Winter
by Helen Laurence
Washed by Winter
Whistler’s Bend
Winter has cleansed
our river world
Greening itself
after muddy turmoil
the North Umpqua
slides into spring
I hesitate to
enter
the expansive
curve of sand
rich in the dialect
of tracks
none human
nothing disturbed
driftwood and
stone
art undirected
and the consoling
silence of drizzle
After the latest round
of storms
only raccoon, bobcat
slinky skunk and
goose
have preceded me
Daring to add my
own imprint
I explore with
care
steal a red-rind
stone
a long fragment
of bark long sanded
leave there reluctant,
renewed
Thursday, 19
April 2012
mid-winter
mid-winter
in the season of primrose, ice, and
crocus,
snowdrops
surprise us
swelling graceful buds
below
the black limbs
of oak in her lichen cloak,
and
we see:
frost has its reasons
Rootworks 2/10/00
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