by Emily | Mar 4, 2021 | 18 Older Poetry
The rain is playing a song, that maybe I am tired of hearing, yes but I think if I lived in a desert, I would miss the rain so much more than I miss the sun right now It has been 5 weeks with darkness and rain I think of Utqiaġvik, Alaska where they live in 24 hours...
by Emily | Mar 4, 2021 | 18 Older Poetry
(Sung to the theme for “The Beverly Hillbillies”) [Opening theme] Come and listen to my story about a mine that wouldn’t die Dug a weeping hole while the state stood idle by Prince of Wales Island now leaks from its southeast side And will do so forever, never to...
by Emily | Mar 4, 2021 | 18 Older Poetry
I don’t crave to be the thundering drops of a west Texas cloudburst that tattoos violence on tin roofs and bounces boulders and stones down once dry gullies. Nor do I aspire to be the Georgia storm that reddens rivers with the farmer’s clay. I wish to be the rain of...
by Emily | Mar 4, 2021 | 18 Older Poetry
I tell my daughters our trees give birth to the clouds, making water visible; breathing it into awareness. Misty tendrils rise from the Sitka spruce and alders, nurturing our mountains and homes, gathering, rising, holding, releasing, cleansing, sustaining us all....
by Emily | Mar 4, 2021 | 18 Older Poetry
Soar upon thunderous wings Homeward bound across Clarence Strait Truths revealed where roots greet sea Cedar ceding eyes to me Climb amber memories once ignored Bring salted reminders swiftly aboard Greet tidal waves that now deliver Comfort of our Mother’s whispers...
