Something to Yack About
Strange horse, curiously partial to engines Ears perked to every distant car’s call One window for its coming, one for its going Tireless tally from his corner stall One frigid winter morn, windows...
View ArticleThe Duchess of No Trout
Duchess would wade in summer streams Amidst darting trout of no consequence Her concern instead with animals come to drink Faint proof in scents and prints along the muddy banks Alert she’d splash to...
View ArticlePotato Picking
No new clothes for school’s start back then Not long we knew until the three week break When every able hand soft or calloused Headed to the fields racing the first snow To pick potatoes, baskets to to...
View ArticleFirst Lobster
At six I knew what I wanted My very own lobster to eat No mere claw from Mom’s Expensive child my father groaned But smiling at the inevitable Any Maine Girl worth her seasalt Wouldn’t want an ounce...
View ArticleMemory of Moose
Mostly memory of moose is myth Stories told by summer bonfires of Antlered menace’s bellowing charge Tall tales about the huge stuffed head Above the Y camp’s rocky hearth But one memory of moose is...
View ArticleFiddleheads
Succulent buds spring fresh from waking earth Coiled tight and furry sweatered ‘gainst night’s chill Muted gray green promise at long winter’s end That summer too will unfurl beneath unbooted feet It’s...
View ArticleForty Mile Woods
The Hainesville Woods from the interstate Hide olde deep and dark ways But I see their truth Forty miles of back-road hills and turns Sorrow etched in ice each milepost Two I know too well The one at...
View ArticleDeep Winter on the Farm
Always only and forever snow no memory or possibility of Spring Pitiless piling of moisture by wind and man Arctic howl bites bone and blood shivers Bluing digits numbed by mercury’s tumble Relentless...
View ArticleLoon Tune
Trilling weave of birdcall and moonlight Glides on shivered lake to my shore Arresting thought of who and where I am Solitary together at peace No after, no before ________________ Copyright Deborah...
View ArticleRemembering the Pines
Memory treads the needled bed beneath cathedral pines How towering deep the pillowed hush Latticed boughs mincing sunlight Into dusty biblical shafts Decades later this wandering Maine girl still...
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