Mystic of the Wildwood

snow covered trees
heavy with brilliant intensity
bow in quiet intention -
Cailleach’s icy breath curls ‘round hoary trees,

          white silence swallows the wildwood

movement,
not winter’s tempest –

          a ghost bird

undulating wings
old as the weald,
a mythical shadow

          aglow in the early bright






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Extirpation, Take 2

Removed,

no longer endangered and

numbering over 800

in a state that totals fifty six thousand odd square miles

handshakes all around, pats on the back –

…an uneasy victory for wolf and man

…to the north, a small island in a great lake,

genetics and climate fight against the

wild icon –

slowly dying, no victory for them, and

handshakes turn to hand wringing,

…another wolf succumbs, a biologist cries –

stripped of protection,

hunters clamor, money flows

and open season begins, once more –

hunters armed with gun and gps,

bullets rip through thick fur and flesh, blood stains the ground –

…the wild howls cease…

…tracked by men for sport, another wall trophy

…a celebration, deliberate and raucous –

who’s overpopulated now?

silence falls,

an unnerving quiet

…deafening

one month down,

two hundred dead

slaughtered

no longer afforded protection by law,

their spirit is released into the air

removed, once more.

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early bright benediction

rays of light undulate through

purple clouds – a cold wind

swaddled

by a sky set ablaze

white blades of grass –

frost hardened from night’s chill,

suffer without complaint

my lungs rise and fall

in steady rhythm –

purging,

embracing

and a raven regards me,

his thundering stillness my own –

with silent affirmation

he flies

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Hades Blaze

…a response to the 2012 Upper Peninsula, Michigan wildfires… 

sand, untouched by rain,

encases naked toes burnt by grainy kisses

cheeks flush flame red, a

days play sun-scorched –

innocent laughter races through smoky skies

sunsets smolder, a horizon engulfed

swallowed by unwelcome heat

jack pines shatter –

their needles as dry as the harsh air suffocating my lungs

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Northern Solitude

Lured by solitude and

promises to mend lost souls,

my body, beaten down by stress

traverses frigid Superior waters surrounding rocky shores

– anxious to put foot to land

Like mythical sirens

she rises from the inland sea,

her song, carried by wind’s gentle breath

blows low and soft,

catching wisps of hair around my tired face

Restless muscles ache to carry their weary owner down dirt trails,

eyes already straining to see night stars dance in the clear vastness that arises

above the work-worn traveler;

loons call in the distance

– patience, patience, my body silently chants to itself

Time passes and finally

footsteps, strong and familiar with the earth below,

beat in rhythm to the ancient drums of my northern solitude –

Pulsating, my spirit has come home.

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Symbiosis

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I sit, perched precariously like a rock on a mountain side, or

the tree, whose ancient roots hold tight to cracks in hard granite, its

age unknown to the naked eye

feet dangle, haphazardly over the world’s edge,

barefoot and swollen

dirt clinging to digits bruised and battered,

boots forgotten like yesterday’s dinner

warm thermals carry clean, unbroken air along mountainsides

teasing nostrils with crisp smells only autumn knows,

dirt, decay, growth of new life

solid ground beneath tired bones sustaining life as

eyelids close, heavy with exhaustion,

quieted by the solitude of primordial life,

abundant, encircling

melded together, earth and human

exist as one, souls joined in

meditative silence

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