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Jade Mist
Jade mist dances with tendrils smokey and torn, Clinging to grit-strewn, sandstone curves; Hips and hearts, carved by a pewter tide. On land, the sanguine mists entwine gnarly limbs, heavy with moss and lichen, As ancient mycological sages weave their intricate wisdom, like weft, into the forest floor.
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Some Kind of Day
Some kind of day:When pain radiates like the glare of sunlight through the smeared windows.On the beach outside, a bald eagle feasts on chinook;As the hematite waves heave themselves ashore.
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The In-Between
Grey is the day, the night, the in-between.This land, where Spirit dwells, remains unseen.
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Snow
Not in the seven years I’ve lived on Galiano, have we had this much snow in one go! Certainly not where I am, which is virtually sea level right in Sturdies Bay. But last night there was 6-8 inches by 7:30pm, so I dug my snow shoes out of storage, and went out.
