WINTER REFUGE, the Alps . . .
On the road in the Northwest of America. [click photo for next . . . ]
WINTER PATHS—refuge
seventeen 17-step poems
(i)
Inverted sled
at winter camp: after
storm, two fieldmice
call it home.
(ii)
Among the alder
with hanging catkins,
a nest
that was left behind.
(iii)
Where is the Dipper’s
house? Behind the waterfall,
the rock,
or the stream?
(iv)
The hut was locked
all winter long:—
a sure sign of
mean-spirited times.
(v)
The barn cat has
the best of both worlds:—
free mice, free milk
set out, each day.
(vi)
Eagles return to the same
twig nest each year. Why
change what is
perfect?
(vii)
It remains a deep
mystery where the ravens
find cover
at night.
(viii)
The limits of natural
refuge
are bounded
by clear necessity.
(ix)
Hording space,
building fences,
making money,
the land I rent to you.
(x)
The best refuge of all
is intelligence,
the worst,
is fear.
(xi)
Beautiful!
the light of welcome
seen through the snow
of a winter storm.
(xii)
Safe. Warm. Dry. Out of
wind. Close to fire.
The snow above
never lets go.
(xiii)
The sign read: “Foreclosed.
Evicted. For sale.”
There was not a
soul in sight.
(xiv)
The guestbook read: “I
was lost. Found all
I needed here.
Door was open.”
(xv)
As she left, she
built a tepee fire,
and left a matchbook
with a note.
(xvi)
“Strike this match
to light friendship’s path.
May it stay lit
all along your way.”
(xvii)
An overturned boulder
as big as a house:—
it all began:—
right there.
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