Winter sleep is gone. Fresh air and eyes on the horizon is now! The light begins.
Winter sleep is gone. Fresh air and eyes on the horizon is now! The light begins.
I just thought you ought to know.The sagebrush buttercups are here. Snow, you scare no one no more. Not the prickly pears. Not the moss. Not the grass. The sun is back.
Isn’t it very fine. There are the saskatoons of winter, with bark in a palette of rose and plum. Then there are the saskatoons of springtime. Look at their palette now! (This […]
This is not a metaphor. It is a projection. Across 135,000,000 kilometres of travel through emptiness, the sun reforms. The earth focusses it. Call that fire, that ancient word for coals: red. Call […]
Why? Isn’t it beautiful? Maybe they should leave the north and go home. I feel so sorry for them. They have to endure this: And this: It must be very hard. I […]
I am not angry. I am sad. My elders taught me that these were cat tails. They taught me that poetry was a fairy tale. They taught me that these were swamp […]
I went looking for light. In a grey world, it was all in the red osier dogwoods, stəktəkcxʷlɬp, the purifier, the beloved of moose. I spent some time with it as it turned […]
Look at the shapes water freezes in when it freezes over pebbles. The pebbles create an image of themselves on the underside of the ice… which melting follows, and air, which re-freezes […]
Not when it combines with water. Or with wind. Then it flows like water. With a spring of light added to it. We begin here in this land. Then we go further. […]
The water is grass in the wind. The grass is water in the wind. Again? The water is the sun in the wind. The grass is the sun in the wind. And without the […]