Hibernation – Page 2 – Tiny Seed Literary Journal

Deliverance

26 Apr 202120 Apr 2021

DELIVERANCE welcome deliverance into darkness in spite of dread come outside beneath a new moon if there is a candle—blow it out sit with the absence. stand before the cold…

Rest

23 Apr 202121 Apr 2021

Photo filter High contrast evening Palest pink laurels against khaki brown bark Light and lime and blue green leaves Starkly verdant Contradicting deepest black shadows Light against dark Life against…

Shape Changer

22 Apr 202119 Apr 2021

I am Kaaryla, a tiny possum, at the risk of appearing glib, this is my story. Back in a time of Dreaming, I was a victim of a vindictive spirit.…

Snake Tree

21 Apr 202114 Apr 2021

Poem by Russell Willis Ethicist and online education entrepreneur, Russell Willis, emerged as a poet in 2019. Since then, his poetry has been published (or accepted for publication) in…

The birds outside kept me alive

20 Apr 20217 Apr 2021

The birds outside kept me alive They arrived in groups of two, bearing humble buildings blocks of home, of spring. I watched. They shone in winter sunlight, a symbol…

Birds at Bayside

19 Apr 20217 Apr 2021

Birds at Bayside How perfect the balance of countercurrent heat exchanger in winter’s gull as it keeps her feet from cooling to a frostbite. Intertwining arteries and veins regulate…

The Rest of Blizzards

18 Apr 20217 Apr 2021

The Rest of Blizzards I sense the uninvited cold needles coming. Winds howling calling my name. Steeling myself against sharp ice cutting slicing ears, eyes, hair. Needing to rest my…

Sunny Morning After the Big Blizzard

17 Apr 20217 Apr 2021

SUNNY MORNING AFTER THE BIG BLIZZARD The weight of it settled and still, the world quiet except for birds around their feeder, and the furnace like the engine of a…

Bearish the Heart of Imagination

16 Apr 20217 Apr 2021

Bearish the Heart of Imagination I wake every morning like a bear out of hibernation sniffing the air, listening, focusing my eyes trying to see what my den of dreams…

Because our Roots are in Rivers, Not Latin

15 Apr 202114 Apr 2021

Poem by Beth Piatote Beth Piatote is the author of The Beadworkers: Stories, and Nez Perce, enrolled with Colville Confederated Tribes. She is committed to Indigenous language…

nearly cave

14 Apr 20217 Apr 2021

nearly cave black spots black bear emerge let down quickly by the sun all the gardening has been in disarray and undone there’s no medal, you know, for any…

The Great Chase

13 Apr 202114 Apr 2021

Photo by Kathyrn McDanel Kathryn McDanel is a nomad who never travels without her camera, moleskin journal, or thermos of coffee.

the home and the body

12 Apr 20217 Apr 2021

the home and the body a wandering leaf on the tea kettle, boiling like the blackness of captains abandoning ship: this is what the morning did to me and what…

How to Grow Baby’s Breath

11 Apr 20217 Apr 2021

How to Grow Baby’s Breath Let Spring Equinox untangle the baby’s breath of your exhaustion. Be gentle with yourself, but if the buds fall, hold them, the pieces of spirit…

Winter Solstice Sun

10 Apr 20217 Apr 2021

Winter solstice sun I took my lunch outside today, quite late, to sit on a metal chair whose chill struck deep. My hands…

Flower Mill

9 Apr 20213 Apr 2021

It isn’t yet spring, but if she puts an ear to the ground where the snow has thawed, she’ll sometimes catch the sound of mills grinding below. She whispers into…