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"Spring migration..."

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Spring migration: Fragments of rainbow flash among the leaves Prairie Warbler by Melinda Fawver (From the book Wilderness & Love )

"Song Sparrow sings and sings…"

Song Sparrow sings and sings… He could have been called Sore Throat Sparrow (From the book Wilderness & Love )

A Climbing Rose in a Ruin

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Somewhere between soft touching and hard kissing, I swerved into love; somewhere between a dead end and a wreck at a hairpin turn. I wrote exotic poems for her, sang them through a hedge of nettle and wire. And when she drained my heart pallid I crumbled comatose for years, for years. O rose of my chest, bramble of the bones, where love sleeps amid a ruin of brick and leaf— Bloom in my teeth, pollinate the tongue. Press your thorns gently to the backs of my eyes! "Vernal Heart" by Bryan Davis (From the book Wilderness & Love )

Winter from Below

Oak leaves tremble in the wind, drip with recent rain. They turn orange and fall to know winter from below. I know winter from above. My place at the window, coffee in hand as thoughts rise and take shape. I’ve seen the leaves shine and die. Seen them shake in storms and fall from crowns. From this I have gathered insight: In each moment, a heart shines, a body dies. Lives bend beneath wind. They’ll all go orange inside to know winter from below. One day I too will fade: drip with a lifetime of storms— float leaf-like into the hands of winter. (From the book Wilderness & Love )

White Heart

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See the eagle spread his wings, soar across the sky of white dreams. Watch as a million arms reach for a falling feather on the breeze. See the elders shake their hair, fling an old song to the four seas. Watch as oiled machines plow through red clay and sky. We of this country burn with the hope of softening our heart’s history, yet polish our cups of tarnished gold, strike with hot guns and false tongues. We drive stakes into the skin of Earth, hang our hats on melting icebergs. How long till we clip the eagle’s wings? Stick him in a cage all fat and tame? Bald Eagle by Barry Spruce (From the book Wilderness & Love )