Reflections and notes on the relationship of art to nature and of nature to art from along Warwoman Creek, in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Katuah Province of Turtle Island, where the light, the dark, the seasons, the time of deep past, deep present and deep future all mix in alchemal mists to reveal and hide and transform these slopes, shaded coves, bright rivers, deep forests and me, and together sustain me and my art.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

THIS FLOOD OF SPRING




                                          THIS FLOOD OF SPRING

                                          I touch
                                         This flood of spring
                                         Trembling nakedly
                                         Pouring out of silence

                                         This life
                                         Once more

                                         It screams
                                         A call
                                         That pierces
                                         My unhearing ear

                                         That would believe
                                         That winter is the one
                                         True end for us.
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