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amor cósmico
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soot covered all we knew
to look upon a sea of eyes
silver birch, glowing
emanating luminous dust
forcing moments of contemplation
on weekends we would scrub sooted knees
brave namesake,
the river nymphs of mosquito creek
the cool waters would wash away our filth
of sweat, anger, doubt
born again
children of the woods
felt hats gathered nootka
who sang sweet, sorrow filled hymns
of all that is to be returned
the medicine of the north
worn into our boots
i still find ash, yarrow, birch
endless pockets
mo(u)rning songs
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the ash of dawn
won't burn too long and oh
wind she whispers secrets through the birch grove
dust of silver covers all the we know
i will follow your tracks home
i will follow your tracks through the snow
the highway lines
and sidewalk cracks below
windows into worlds
we no longer go
theres a reason why you see it all
but i can't be the one
to make your world slow
i have never been one to follow
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snowflakes fell to kiss the ground
headed north over great divide,
treetops held snow so rich and heavy
their bows bent graciously forth
inviting wanderers into the joyous night
an amber light in the distance beckoning,
echoes of merriment, clinking of cups
a night to behold
dancing barefoot, the snow was warm to rambunctious rum
his eyes had the spark
she was raven haired with crimson cap
tales unravelled of the day's tracks
and dusk met new day, midnight of a new year
a rocking chair watchman, symphony of snores
my brother, just a fleck in my father’s eye
as sparks fell to ember bodies danced their quiet music
a winter wedding,
a crimson dress
the springs birthed golden children
wrapped in fleece and stuffed in sacks
to chase tracks and heavy trees, again
sometimes I walk parka clad and wordless
into the quiet of night
follow tracks of coyote
the world is dreaming,
dust of silver draws me into moonlit sanctity
the wind may sing through dappled birch
but no words are uttered, none are needed.
I look up to cerulean tops of
the mountains that raised me
for where would I be
without them
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el mar, mi alma
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the sea she breathes salty
pours silver over skin
a winters retrieval
and new breath of spring
salt escapes my sparkling eyes
to meet the grievances of ocean kissed sailors
the water
thick and receiving
will carry tears to other tides
el mar, mi alma
my soul the sea
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yarrow
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yarrow hymns
cast wild and sharp medicine
to the wind
shoulders drawn back
as fields of white and gold
rejoice the hillside
i take council with the mountain
yarrow kisses fingertips
bitter sting of late summers harvest
and i am learning about love again
in a place your name
rolled off my tongue so long
in the valleys and hills you were omnipresent
but i have found myself in the eternal
you, a shepherd
pied piper of the night
we now walk separate paths towards the sun
and have found a new way of knowing
richer, still
old friend
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grew up in the mountains
journeyed to the sea
everywhere that i went
everywhere these eyes did see
it was you,
always you
so i left you on a hillside
to see the world my own
when our hands held each other again
your skin no longer home
it was me, always me
theres a place i like to go
in my sleep
its pastel coloured
mountainside eternity
where i yodelehehoo
its we
there its we
we the wild children of
the late sun falling
ever falling into the sea
we the wild children of
the silver crescent moon calling
calling the shore back to the sea
she goes-
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Marae Dalgas Victoria, British Columbia
poetry + plant hymns inspired by internal / external explorations of wild landscapes. love songs for all my deer friends and the forces ever guiding us back home.
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