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Water washes over me

During my life thus far, I have experienced water in all its forms; rain, snow, sleet, hail – all the conditions that encompass the oath of the ever faithful mail carrier to complete their appointed rounds. I was born and raised in water friendly Minnesota, lovingly described on its license plates as the “Land of 10,000 Lakes”. It makes for a stunning landscape, all those lakes, with Lake Superior calling to me with its siren song of immense beauty. But I soon grew tired of the frozen form of water, the snow that would blanket the ground each winter, and the winter of 2010/2011 was like some kind of cruel marathon that Mother Nature seemed to be running. After cleaning snow off my car in mid-April, I wrote a poem lamenting the endless winter and set my sights westward. I could now hear the ocean calling me, just like when you hold a shell to your ear and hear the roar of the waves. And I had a vision of the Oregon coast, so clear in my mind. It wasn’t pretty and sun drenched like the Southern California coast. No, my ocean was cloudy and windy, with waves that angrily rolled in, all cold and foamy. And once I moved to Portland, and made my first trip to the coast, I saw my vision revealed to me in all its splendor. Yes, there is plenty of water here, in the form of rain. And yes, there has even been a bit of the white stuff too! But as I make my way through the rainy season here, I just remind myself that all those lovely drops of water falling down are what brings the green of the leaves, the colors of the flowers, and I drench myself in the luscious color palette of this place I now call home.

Whining About Winter

The snow, the snow

The endless snow!

In December, white crystals fall

Like jewels from heaven

In March, angry pellets of white

Are shot from hell

Pristine mountains of gathered flakes

That once glistened pure and bright

Are now dreary gray burial mounds

When will the melting commence?

To reveal the earth’s hidden palette of colors

As days march triumphantly towards spring

The sun cautiously creeps closer to the earth

It dares to stay a little longer

With each passing day

Come! Stay awhile!

Don’t be shy, we implore

And the sun finally agrees

To stop hiding like a frightened rabbit behind winter

And leaps like a graceful deer into spring

Chasing the snow into the ground

It lifts up sleeping life from once frozen dirt

The Pull of the Waves

How is it that I feel

Deep within my being

This pull of the waves

A body of water

Ocean, sea

Miles away

From my body

Yet my soul

Plants its feet in the sand

And I wait

For the water to rush over me

Rolling waves

Now I float on them

Rocking in a cradle

 Swaying in my lover’s arms

The waves enfold me

A wet, salty blanket

Drifting off in a daydream

Blissful remembrance

Of how the water

Delights

The Changing Moods of Water

 

Water

Changing forms

Liquid drops of rain

Flakes of snow

Blanket of fog

Billowy clouds

Icy sheets on the river

Water floating upon water

Seared by the sun

Water warms

Water melts

Fondled by winter’s breeze

Droplets cease to fall

They hang suspended

Moments frozen

Tousled by the wind

Waves leap and cavort

In fits of rage they destroy

Yet water is liquid life

Nourishing our bodies

Quenching our thirst

It mimics the goddess Kali

A bearer of life

A destroyer of life

When made aware of its duality

We gain respect for water

And it’s ever changing moods

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Winter words, and remembering Minnesota winters

I spent 52 cold and snowy winters in Minnesota, until I finally decided I had enough and moved to a more temperate but rainy clime of Portland, Oregon six months ago. They tell me it snows here, but not much. And I have heard that even a few inches is enough to prompt the mayor into issuing a warning for all Portlanders to avoid travel and stay home! For someone who is accustomed to driving through literally feet and not just inches of snow, my first Portland snowfall should provide much amusement. Although I will concede that the snow removal equipment here is nothing like what Minnesota has. Even though I came to truly hate the frigid and snowy monotony of eternally long Minnesota winters, I found myself outside one day after a snowstorm, admiring the beauty of the snow on the trees and taking picture after picture. And when I began writing, the snow also became inspiration for me – who would have thought?! But even so, I can’t say that I will miss the Midwestern landscape at winter – I find rain is so much more manageable!

Winter Canvas

 

Snow becomes a canvas

Blinding white

Sunlight creates

Tiny sparkling prisms

Shadow of the bench

Wavy and distorted

Soft reflections from glass

Paint white on white

Tree shadows

Are gray

Undefined

An impression

The artist in winter

Is the sun

The artist’s canvas

Is the pristine snow

Is

Snow sprinkled like

Powdered sugar on the trees

Birds’ nests are cupcakes

Frosted with snow

Beads of water

Frozen into hanging sculpture

Trunks and branches

Become monuments

The stillness

Makes you

Want to hold your breath

Winter is

A time of rest

Winter is

A simple time

Winter is

Snowflakes

Catching them

On my tongue

Gentle, tiny miracles

Melting into me

An angel’s sieve

Sprinkles gifts over me

Coated with love

I fall down

An angel in the snow

A shadow of my soul

Remains as I rise

Imprint in the earth

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