This poem deals with loss, in this case the loss following separation from a loved one. My spouse of thirty-seven years can be credited with patience and stability that were an invaluable boost to me. It is my hope that the reader might relate to this loss and find some comfort for themselves and their friends.(It could be about hiking,too.)
A chickadee in minor thirds talks me into childhood, the time we picked blueberries on a trail along the lake.
Hiking behind you like history eclipsing my last footstep in fresh dirt, your back stooping to match steep terrain.
Heavy as Emeraude my mother wore, bouquet of the high country. We forget the valley.
You’re leading me to summit – heather hides all pain, downhill we brush violet-pinks insisting we tread lightly on them.
You paint scenes of nature that appeal to me, somewhat like a common background only a little different. I like the detail and description you include in your poetry as well as the subtle....Jerry
Wilderness Bound -- Fire-fighter and paramedic, Matthew Standing Deer returns to the past, to the Lakota, only to find himself hurtled into danger, uncontrollable greed, and searching for a serial killer. Danger looms over everyone's head. How will h
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