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November Silence

 

This is the latest
I’ve stayed
up here on the mountain:
county road still open,
so here I am
thanks
to the light snow,
looking down
at the valley
brown sage
snow crowned
elk bedding down
day to day
here and there
like chess pieces
moving
on this giant
brown and white board.
The birds are gone
but for three ravens
who buzz the house
daily
knowingly
keeping tabs
on me…

Today a huge
hare
jumped
from behind
a boulder
white as snow,
the dog never even
noticed,
his awkward
somersault
made me smile.
The half moon
has been up
all day
like a totem
to clear skies
and tonight
Mars will glow
golden,
but the greatest
gift by far
is the long silence
like a drink
of life giving
stillness.

Gentle on the eyes
this autumn light
reflected
in endless
shimmering snow.
Walks
become muted
dances
light
on the feet
gentle
on the heart.

At dusk
the dog scans
the horizon
knowing
today’s scents
are done
and we are in
for the night,
warm
surrounded
by the promise
of another day
here
a far
a top
our quiet
universe.

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Hoy

Night sky landscape and moon, stars, Ramadan Kareem celebration

en el medio
de la tarde
around 5
la luna
rose
a half diamond
crescent
emblem
crystal
reflected
in
crusty
ice laden
snow
como
un barquito
de vela
patas arriba
flotando
en un cielo
calmado
windless
no where
to go
but stuck
side swiped
for me to stare at
longingly
wishing
its glimmer
might
transform
me
into
una gotititita
de nieve
translusente
que le da
de beber
a nuestra
Pacha Mama,
agua dulce
song of earth
life
to all
creatures
still here high
in the mountain:
the elk sunbathing
in sage
drinking
in liquid
love
golden kisses
sleeping
without
a care,
total abandon
as ravens
sweep the prairie
speaking
in their magic tongues,
and somewhere not far
coyotes
cantan
como machos en fiesta
felizes
de torturar
la siesta
del perro….

En este momento
te pienso
y te mando
desde el monte
un abrazo imposible
que rompe
la distancia
y te lleva
agua pura
que toque
tu lengua
para que cantes
like the little
wild child
you once were
because
time cannot
crush
the spirit
of this new moon,
let it light
your heart
and heal:
this is my prayer
for you.

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Elk Full Moon

Early in November,
of this horrid
ravaged
endless
crisis laden year,                                                                                                                                                                                 the universe
ever lost
in communal
world wide
angst
breath held
as torrid
hurricane winds,
fires
and a pandemic
raged
we waited
eyes shut tight
isolated
in our festering
cocoons
to see if sanity
might reign
again,
in these
misnamed
united states,
I watched
the moon
drift
over the range
late
full
in its autumnal glory
and prayed                                                                                                                                                                                  unabashed
like a once
faithful
child of god
any god
for light
laughter                                                                                                                                                                                                   joy
all so banished
to corners
of memories

 

so remote

fading
like fallen stars                                                                                                                                                                                 in the night.
I whispered
to the unseen
for guidance
a hand
across
this abyss
this vast
gray
year –we went to bed
weary
barely hopeful
silent,
but
in the cold of dawn
I woke
bare feet
barely grazing
the ground
as if lifted
by a great unseen
hand
and landed
at the door
staring
at the moonlit
scape
of elk
peacefully
grazing
and bedded down
not three feet
from the house.
I counted 30 cows
and young.
In the quiet of the night
I heard
their calls
strange mewling
whimpering
soft stomping.
The night
was still
so still
their musty scent
wafted
under the door,
but still the dogs
slept unaware,

I froze
in gratitude
for this sign
of fortitude:
wapiti
you answered
my desperate
call.
You are the
bearers of our cross:
heralds
of endurance
and patience.
In the moonlight
I watched
your steady stride
across the grass
graceful
direct
powerful gait,
and even
as the last
crossed
lame
slow
I knew in my heart
all was not lost,
what comes
goes
steady
slow
for
such is the journey,
and tomorrow
is never the same….

Deer on the foggy meadow at moonlight.

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