Rain pocks the slow flowing
surface of the river
its low murmur
speaks to the many
whirlpools that spin themselves out on their way downstream.
© Erik Hansen 2017
Tag Archives: outdoors
4-24-17
a hand reaches out
with food across a fire
witness this act
long after the hunt
and the final meal is offered
to the animal itself
in this time honored
denouement.
© Erik Hansen 2017
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, outdoors, Poetry, Writing
4-23-17
breathe it in
wood smoke, turned earth
manure spread upon the fields
listen
the birdsongs from the brambles
a tractor grumbles in the distance
see it all played out
different
yet the same.
© Erik Hansen 2017
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, outdoors, Poetry, Writing
4-12-17
did your heart skip a beat?
did your skin tingle and pop?
when the lightning
split the sky
and the thunder
broke the earth
dark clouds
full of dark promise
weapons in the winds.
© Erik Hansen 2017
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
4-11-17
the wind lifts and lowers
the boughs of the cedars
like hands waving
in greeting
in farewell
silent steps through the thick
moss blanket of the ground
a mourning dove’s
sad question
hides in the shadows
© Erik Hansen 2017
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, outdoors, Poetry, Writing
4-10-17
the water is cold and quick
the bend in the brook
reveals the undercut bank
the gold brown sand and stones
the miniature log jam
causes the spring current
to eddy
iridescent bubbles in the foam
glisten in the late morning light
while the speckled side of a trout
reveals itself briefly
and is gone
© Erik Hansen 2017
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4-5-17
the steepness of the hill
leaves you out of breath
hands on knees
then clasped on top
your sweaty head
steam rising off and around you
mingling with the ground fog
breath of earth
beneath the oaks
the fox that watched
your ascent
slips quickly through
the underbrush in silence.
© Erik Hansen 2017
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4-4-17
Morning rains wash away
the winter grime
on the windows of a sleepy town
nestled comfortably
in the river valley
fog wafts over the ball fields
backstreets and tobacco barns
orchards and berry patches
bike paths and gas pumps
unwatched, the water rises
in the river next door
and rises
and rises
© Erik Hansen 2017
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Four 22
Grass grows up
between sun bleached
ribs and pelvis
Leaf litter lays
obscured by its insistence
New days rise up
upon the bones of the past
rejoice
in your moment
before the moment has passed.
© Erik Hansen 2016
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Four 21
Sleeping dogs sunning
April sun shining
© Erik Hansen 2016
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
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