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): …