Poetry
Poems by Residents
Alapine April 2, 2016
I wake to pure sunlight, and the sharp cry of sleek black crows
Scarlet hooded woodpeckers hammering and the rustle of the breeze through young leaves
I breathe in the drifting scent of pine and good earth
The tiny squirrels caper outside my bedroom window
Skinks shimmer amber and blue liquidity
Butterflies wing around me, making light of the beauty they bring
I walk and I see the weather stained rocks, the bones of the land
Older than the primordial forest
Some as shapely as a woman emerging from the water
I pass by, sometimes not even noticing
Little flowers whose colors lay a rainbow beneath my feet
A carpet of rusty leaves, and a myriad of green shades in moss
Intricate paintings, faces, shapes on the tree trunks, created by nature herself
Bark rugged and sleek, boughs reaching, roots grasping
Forest of the past, here now, will remain after I am gone
I drive down a country road, in a cloud of mist and silence
Spider web baskets sparkle crystal with dew
A fox with shining eyes freezes in my headlights
Carefully, lovingly tended women’s land
Every rock, tree, flower, scampering creature
Growing, changing, changing me, like tendrils working their way into my heart.
Jan J