kelly shepherd ≈ trees reflected

.

.

The

most widely

distributed

tree

in North America,

with a narrow,

rounded crown of thin foliage. Leaves:

alternate; nearly

round, abruptly short-pointed, rounded at base;

finely saw-toothed, thin. Shiny green above, dull green

beneath; turning

golden yellow in autumn before

shedding. Leafstalks

slender, flattened. Bark: whitish, smooth, thin;

on very large

trunks

becom

ing dark

______________________________________________________________________________

Spirit

Great

the

sometimes about

about the weather, sometimes about animals,

from trees: sometimes

in nature. But I have learned a lot

to other voices

to listen to the Indians so I don’t suppose they’ll listen

white people don’t listen. They never learned

listen. Trouble is,

other, and they’ll talk to you if you

talk to each

Well they do. They

talk?

that trees

you know

Did

.

Sources:

Walking Buffalo, of the Stoney people of Alberta, cited by David Kinsley, Ecology and Religion: Ecological Spirituality in Cross-Cultural Perspective. Upper Saddle River: Prentice-Hall, 1995 (p. 47-48).

Steven Whitney, ed. Western Forests: A Comprehensive Field Guide. New York: Alfred E. Knopf, 1998 (p. 390).

.

.

the shift

.

The snap of a twig underfoot:

just enough time to witness

the ease of a grebe’s dive into lakewater,

or a duck’s lift from the surface into flight.

Enough to see how it might be done:

the shift from element to element.

The snap of a twig underfoot:

and what is a human being?

Jealous?

Lonely?

.

.

the lake and her

 .

muscles quiver, hair

plasters into sand-patterns,

water droplets chime the surface

fingernails leave white lines,

which turn pink

and don’t hurt until you’re dry

.

.

bon (good) fire

 .

Smoke-sniffle, sap-dotted palms, smoky shirt,

O the day after an evening fire.

O the fire:

entranced by this living bright hot

crackle glow dark orange dance of wood,

we always sit too close.

The rising sparks

like prayers;

the waves of heat on our faces,

answers.

.

.

from pocket notebook poems” – untitled

.

bumble

bee, fall

ing drunk head

first into

blossoms

bee!

may you never

be sober

.

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One thought on “kelly shepherd ≈ trees reflected

  1. daen says:

    what a most wonderous and wise group of poems, the flow of them is magic, tks so much,
    enjoyed the read

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