The Sky Above Fickle Hill in January Rain reaching over the ridge from a dark ocean Salmonbellied sea crud hides the slenderest moon The Sky Above Fickle Hill in June Edge of sunrise in redwood tips On the ridgetop ragged shapes of life being Mist reaching up where water flows Moon and scribble cloud lit by colors of the earth and … [Read more...]
No Meaning: 4 poems by Michael Lehman
//// Names cut in aspen wiped out by a bear claw No meaning but this Big Woods A thousand years of stillness No thought but breath out at dawn in at sunset Mist along the creek The apex of the wedge squeals Ground ripples at the moment of freefall A world of branches bends as if to a last storm and changes to fine dust "I've seen a guy … [Read more...]
