*
a young man stands
staring up
into endless sunlit sky
where hours before
aurora danced
green red purple
through infinite black
**
far above
sandhill cranes
climb higher and higher
on thermal currents
their staccato cry
is exultant
***
below
two women walk west
along a worn path
that bisects broad fields
of newly-planted
saplings
****
in the distance
October woods
are waiting on the ridge
oak maple
pine hemlock
shimmer
green red gold
their brilliance
is a balm
*****
even
black capped
chickadees
rejoice
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Greetings Diane,
I enjoyed Meech Valley Field Notes. I found myself desiring to be at that time and place, enjoying the aurora borealis. Being in the city, I don’t get quite the same experience.
Thank you, Michael!
Have you been out and about? Did you see the aurora?
Lovely to read your word pictures.
Barbara Brown barbarabrown.ca
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Yes! I’ve managed to get over to the Gatineau a few times and hope to get back a few more! It is such a gorgeous time of year there! 🍂
Diane I so identified with this poem. Yesterday I too marveled at the hawk on a line and one in a tree and the colours…so gorgeous, so many this fall. Thankyou for articulating it all so well!!
Thank you Gloria! I had more complex ambitions for this poem, but spareness and simplicity seem to be the right thing! As a poet, I’m sure you will understand! ❤️
One of these days I will figure out how to reply properly. Did you
actually get to see the aurora? I looked every night but there were too
many lights.
Looking forward,
Judith
No. Sadly, I was unable to see them live from where I live, but could still feel their energy when I went hiking in Meech Valley the next day.