December’s Featured Poem

Writing on Snow

 

Elaborate net of slick
pine needles and gleaming snow
possessing tiny forked bird work etchings
imprints repeated and crossed
detailing trails to banquet
lands exposed
beneath the eastern side
of trees.

Berries bright and dull, met
with excited chirps and maneuvers
offering clues to exposed discoveries.

Now pretend, that the tiny bird-foot
markings comprise an ancient language,
that you now fully understand
and within the newly deciphered
glyphs, you have been told
exactly where your newly
filled feeder must go.

 

 

Written By: Patricia C. Coleman

November’s Featured Nature Poem

The Voice of the Crow

The time of the voice of the crow is here.

The time of corn leaves rasping in the wind.

The time of skies that hurt the eye.

 

The land is dun.

The trees stand naked in their skins.

 

The year is broken.

Crows fly across the gap.

 

 

Written By: Leah Helen May