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.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

11/5/16

Down to the dock
to watch the water come in.

White bird flies low over the marsh
silent in its going.














It's the first day of the next year
without Lynn.

On the dock the ladder, ruined
has been pulled up.














There's been a storm
the roots all pulled up.




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