Anthology Forest Us, Protectors 10 Aug 202125 Jun 2021 Us, Protectors Chain unchained Field afar Run hard mother daughter father The aroma of sweat and fear Mingles and clashes With the alpine odor of the wooded keep Demons on…
Anthology Forest Looking Down 9 Aug 202125 Jun 2021 Looking Down We’re supposed to look up and marvel at the soaring treetops, lofty branches reaching to the heavens – a vaulted cathedral ceiling. I look down and find miracles…
Anthology Forest Easter Morning 8 Aug 202125 Jun 2021 Easter Morning Forgive me, dear friends and family, for not being at church this morning. I was attending seven o’clock service in the chapel of the woods. Likely you haven’t…
Anthology Forest Understory 7 Aug 202125 Jun 2021 Understory Some people walk into the forest and look up into the canopy through the dappled sunlight as it blinks behind the leaves. But when I walk into the woods…
Anthology Forest Wild Ways 6 Aug 202125 Jun 2021 wild ways a generous mother she is in her womb, an infinite beat conceived, birthed, and nurtured crawls, strolls, feathers in flight inhaling her exhale draped in a tamed skin…
Anthology Forest A Winter Migration 5 Aug 202125 Jun 2021 A Winter Migration The pine siskins have come south and evening grosbeaks east. I wait for an appearance at our feeders as I have waited for tundra swans near the…
Anthology Forest Westmoreland Co. Dogwood 4 Aug 202125 Jun 2021 Westmoreland Co. Dogwood And on our left there was Dogwood in full bloom - with it’s white petals flowering in their usual bountiful outward expansion. We drove up the hill…
Anthology Forest To Be Seen 3 Aug 202125 Jun 2021 To Be Seen Outside my back windows are Douglas fir trees. So familiar, I call them friends. Tall, steadfast, and strong with a tinge of whimsical Revealed when their limbs…
Anthology Forest Survivor 2 Aug 202124 Jun 2021 Survivor Smoldering air presses on my shoulders Smoke lingers, lungs labor Eyes water, I stumble among Charred remains of broadleaf forest Snap, crack, vibrations radiate up my legs I lament…
Anthology Forest If I Could 1 Aug 202124 Jun 2021 If I Could know each thing, the inside of it, what name each thing desires, why trees give forests soft floors, by what means mycelia—pale filaments of life tunneling in…
Anthology Forest… The Lesson 31 Jul 202120 Jul 2021 There used to be an old Oak tree out back. Life drained from it, it stood strong and sturdy. As a child I worshipped its towering stature and marveled its…
Anthology Forest Dear Monstera 30 Jul 202120 Jul 2021 It is your looking into my face ... That calms my spirits; is it your grace? How does your eye upon your leaf, Instill in me that sense of relief?…
Anthology Forest Sylvan Bliss 29 Jul 202121 Jun 2021 Sylvan Bliss Passage to a primeval reality Offering freshen and vitality To the world worn mind Wisdom and balm to those inclined Rambling in the kingdom sylvan Freedom and connections…
Anthology Forest Forest Bathing 28 Jul 202126 Jul 2021 Eyes, brain, nerves, frazzled from staring at black squares on a blue flickering screen for the past 9 months. Barren. The forest, not far, calls to me: Come. Bathe in…
Anthology Forest In Deed 27 Jul 202126 Jul 2021 My initials, name, and payment prove I own it, this steep hill thick with laurel, pine, and logs. Covenants say I may float a dock, let it stretch in murky,…
Anthology Forest Owl in the Rain 26 Jul 202112 Jul 2021 Someday I hope to be as soft and silent as this sleeping owl on its red branch. My dreams of sharp nights and claws surrounded by green leaves. Poem and…
Anthology Forest Boxwood 25 Jul 202122 Jul 2021 We had come by the boxwood too often in November for me to think it was coincidence, my father’s reluctance to move forward on the trail and eagerness to stand…
Anthology Forest Cedar Hill 24 Jul 202121 Jul 2021 Poem by Marianne Mersereau. Marianne Mersereau is a poet, mystic and tree-hugger who grew up in the forested hills of Appalachia. She currently resides among the mist-covered evergreens of…
Anthology Forest Tree 23 Jul 202127 Sep 2021 On this day you are one and the same that poet who won’t change his life and thinks he can change another’s who grinds away at the trunk of a…
Anthology Forest Of the Living Silence 22 Jul 202119 Jul 2021 Evening comes with chattering squirrels, a cardinal turned black at dusk, his voice a sharp crimson note in my dim forest. Foraging armadillos are abroad in leaf litter. Snuffling. High-pitched…
Anthology Forest Dark River 21 Jul 202119 Jul 2021 Balsam firs tower above. Shaded below, the stream pours over boulders, rocks, downed logs and pebbles. My poor toes—wading barefoot, gingerly, cringing, ouch! oooh! ow! I wish for the callused…
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