A guest post from Paul Lenzi for my friend Anne-Marie and her devoted readers:
North Country
cool air spirits me
off to north cardinals
stinging my nostrils
with life to be lived
as it was
once before
under magnetized arcs
compass needle describes
in my unsteady hand
there where purples are blue
and the elk
kneel to drink
feeling safe
in my unscented shadow
where sweat will
evaporate quickly
and hemlocks
envelop the breeze
with green fanning fingers
there where thinking
irradiates heaven
with colorful avalanche
falling on clouds
and to speak in a hush
starts the eagle
from high in his aerie
to glide on the rise
of the soughing recital
there where ice gives illusion
of mountains
too tall for the trees
where I shift to brisk stride
with invigorant purpose
to bury my pain
in some valley unmarked
unremembered
at least for a day
– Paul F. Lenzi
http://poesypluspolemics.com/
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