The Pinewoods Just before dawn three deer came walking down the hill as if the moment were nothing different from eternity-- as lightly as that they nibbled the leaves, they drank from the pond, their pretty mouths sucking the loose...
The Forest by Nikita Gill One day when you wake up, you will find that you have become a forest. You have grown roots and found strength in them that no one thought you had. You have become stronger and...
A poem for the first day of spring... Dazzle of Day by Pablo Neruda Enough now of the wet eyes of winter. Not one single tear. Hour by hour, green is beginning, the essential season, leaf by leaf, until, by...
Coffee House Poets They like to write where people are. They like a little noise with their silence. They want to look up and see something. They want to be surprised. They like the flow of bodies around them. Or...
ALL MY BODY CALLS All my body calls for something in this sleeping earth we call the spirit. But how from lifted arms where stars run through fingers and the night is like sand do I breathe a fragrance of...
What the River Says, I Say Selections from a series giving voice to the spirit of place along the Methow River in northern Washington State, written by William Stafford in response to a request by two rangers from the U.S....
There is meaning, intrinsic meaning, in every moment.
