the day before snow

A devil’s club graveyard all that remains, bones of a mighty clubbed fortress reduced to small brown skeletons, silent, still scaffolds of what once was. Have you ever noticed the rainforest so dry & quiet bones & shapes, negative space, the air sucked right out. How do you say madrugada in English– the coldest, darkest, undead hour when spirits…

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Night Visitor

Wind’s hands reachwith fingers of amber leaves,grasping for the deer thatdisappears into the night When does a deer become a pet? When you start to feed him apples? When he comes around regularly enough to earn a name? It’s deer-hunting season, so I’m surprised he still comes back. “He looks tasty.” My husband licks his lips.…

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The Fire Starter

He crept in quietly, like a chameleon. His lingering kisses took me on a voyage, told a story, with crescendos and denouements. Usually he chased the sun in one of his rebuilt engines or on one of his many motorcycles, but he hit the brakes when with me. Smooth, I thought he was water. But…

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Time in the Woods

Time In the woods Does not go by appointments Or schedules or to-do’s– Time goes by the Lengthening of shadows, The quickening of the breeze, The warming of the sun, The melting of the ice. Bellies rumbling, Freckles encroaching. Time is not sand through an hourglass– It is sand eroded off the riverbank, The falling…

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Morning Meditation

In the morning, we take our paddleboards out over sleepy Auke Bay, still peaceful in her slumber, before the whale watching boats stir her up. The water is so clear you can see the bottom of the ocean. The gentle sun, low on the horizon, warms the salty air. For a moment I worry I…

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Costa Rica

Breeze exhales in your left ear. Inhale sea spray. Hot sun consumes the thick jungle and complexions, varnishing the lucky ones until they sparkle. Your body, boneless, slithers into a hammock. Shadows of palm fronds dance over bare legs, chased by sunbeams. Toenails resemble pink shells in the sand. Ocean waves wash through your lungs, salty.…

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Wildfire Birthday

Wildfires wrapped me in their hazy cocoon yesterday.Muffled all sounds and thoughts like a cold,Like the eerie quiet of underwater. Orange sun transformed my living room into a glass of Tang.  A parliament of eagles vied for salmon guts on the beach, chasing off the ravens over daisies and seaweed. Quarreling ravens forced out a…

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June(au)

June lupine bloomsCocoon Juneau in huesOf lavender and blue,Cormorant and loon attune To swoon of spring —None are immune.Whispers rise and fallSoft like balloonsUnder the loom of moon In full bloom.Soon strewn throughout, lupine seeds commune,Leaving clues to ruminateOn what once grew Under lover’s rune. Photo by Jessie Herman Haywood

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