Palinode to a Birds-Eye View

A journey doesn’t have to beginwith a fluttering of wings;I would rather not fly –I want to leave the skyand walk. I am not a rising larknor an owl that swoops in the dark;I prefer to skitter like a turnstoneamong limpets and cuttlebone,dashing up and down the shore.I don’t want to feather salt-washed air!I would […]

A Flower That Grows Through Solid Ice

Blue moonwort in the throesof autumn: leathery leaveshug earth, awaiting winter snows. But with spring comes rebirth:melt trickles down to rootlets,sparking growth, and a flame of energy ensues,warming floral tissues,melting ice-encased uprising buds. Stems push up as waterflows to roots. Boring throughremaining ice the moonwort bluesair, greets sun, entices bees. Kim M. Russell, 4th April […]