Winter Moth
Winter Moth A deranged sky, late November Raindrops glisten the limbs of trees Snow, the impossible dream Archives of winter under my skin. Let’s stay in tonight Lay back the […]
Light and snow
It will be summer, always
Gold Mint Trail, Hatcher Pass Today is not a day I dreamed…it will be summer, always
Winter’s Heartbeat
We walked the quiet woods, cameras dangling from our necks, the air cold and still. Soon our steps became further spaced as you wandered away, following the scent of
Snowshoe
Eighteen inches of new evidence, snow Come, walk with me said the river Walk into my world of monochrome black and white, slow the day is short and deep
Arctic
Eklutna Lake Back in the old days when there were no streetlamps we played outside after school under a bright moon. We were just kids then and we did not
Ways of Seeing: An Alaskan Disptach
“Things are not always what they seem; the first appearance deceives many; the intelligence of a few perceives what has been carefully hidden.” -Phaedrus I hear the spring birds raising
GOOD FOOTING: A poem
At twenty below the moon comes up in blue daylight; our mattress, dense with sleeping bags and white feather pillows belies any sense of warmth-slash- comfort. (pretense):