Snow Diamonds

Diamonds Swirl and shimmer silently Wind whips and unleashes A blizzard of whirling snowflakes Hellgate Canyon disappears Swallowed in the sudden storm

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Who We Are

It drew me in and held me When I fought to run and hide A wild vessel that protected and embraced my primal side. It offered peace and refuge From an unaccepting world Its canyons, creeks and forests Caught my grief and tears unfurled. Nature showed me courage To be who I am inside To [...]

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Buffalo Jump

Stone circles hide wisdom in tall grasses Golden eagle soars Wind blasts and rockets a plastic bag skyward, upward, Across the endless prairie. Jumbled earth below the mesa Reveals a bison metatarsal The rest of him hidden, decayed, dispersed, missing.

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Boxes, Walls and Boundaries

We force them into boxes And toss them up on shelves We do it to each other We do it to ourselves. We think we really know them And of all that lies inside But boxes, walls and boundaries Cannot halt the rising tide. There really is no “other”, No him nor her nor me [...]

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Ravens In The Midst

Raven hovers above the bow Duwamish natives paddle once placid waters long ago gouged by glaciers. Jettisoned from their villages along Elliott Bay They land ashore, once more, Their homeland now a great seaport city, named after a long-dead chief Bustling, teeming, loud, fast Several generations now have passed. Raven shaman, ghost-like, plies the currents [...]

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Hellgate Heaven

Homeless man pedals through Hellgate Canyon, Late afternoon cloud shadows tumble and play on Jumbo’s hills. Lone birch tree illuminates a side trail leading to a transient camp. Trees scrape by and hang on, talus slopes hurtling more rocks in their path. Magenta willows hug the water’s edge, Hiding common mergansers fishing upstream. Lone bald [...]

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Clearcutting

A clearcut beckons at the forest edge, Still standing stumps freely offer solace   Clouds climb and sprint across the clearing sky Wind whips and whistles through barbed wire   Douglas Fir sentinels stand and sway, Trunks scarred by fire and drought, Bark peeled and bored by beetles, hieroglyphics, indecipherable, left behind   Roots reach [...]

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A Dream in the Forest

A cedar grove is a wonderful place to awaken from a dream. The details of this particular dream remain a little fuzzy, but I remember lying there on the deck, gazing at a Milky Way streaked sky, hearing the wind chimes tingle in the warm evening breeze, and feeling very much at peace. The night [...]

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Glacial Magic

I’m staring at a photo of a stunning mountain lake taken ten Septembers ago;  the sun streams in through a south-facing window here at home, through which I watch Flo-Jo the cat slaying late summer grasshoppers. The greens, the purples, the high contrast between moisture-laden clouds and cerulean skies, the shadows dancing across the lake [...]

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To Be Continued…

It’s been over a week since returning from Yellowstone, with much to digest and reflect upon, and a co-mingling of homes and lives, so please check back within the next week for the next blog posting. See you then, and have a great Labor Day weekend, wherever you may be.

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