Crows’ chortle and quork
echoes through the pines
like laughter in a church
inviting us to take solace
in the forests’ serene majesty.
© Erik Hansen 2016
Tag Archives: outdoors
Four 20
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
Four Eighteen
Frosted fields smoke
in the early April sun
Turkeys appear
like ghosts
the Tom’s gobbles
cut through the silence
and the hair prickles
at the nape of your neck
in anticipation.
© Erik Hansen 2016
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
Four 15
your breath plumes out
into the chill morning air
cold slowly cut
by the rising sun
the woods are slow
waking up
your footfalls; cymbals crashing
so you stop and watch
and listen
as it all unfolds.
© Erik Hansen 2016
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
Four Fourteen
The April sun
stretches fingers
through leafless tree tops
its warmth welcome
within the tiny patch
you chose to stand in
free from shadow.
© Erik Hansen 2016
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
Four Twelve
rain soaked morning
warm clothes calling
© Erik Hansen 2016
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
4-11
change is subtle
slow most times
less often it arrives
a cataclysm of words
people, places, things,
cutting like concertina wire
as you scramble over
cut, bloodied, tired
that tipping point reached
you run
slow over the muddy fields
and far away
to a place unseen
by human eyes
pristine, unspoiled,
clean,
without the water
to wash it all away.
© Erik Hansen 2016
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
Four 5
Inuit see clearly
the aput
And the slow suffocation
accompanying it
if the wind could pierce it
you could breathe
the icy air
far away from
the bloody brush strokes
glistening upon the pack ice
left by the nattiq
dragged from their aglu
by the ever hungry
ever silent
ever searching Pihoqahiak.
© Erik Hansen 2016
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
Four Four
Cold bites downupon your bare neck
Spring seems in retreat
as the winds whip snow
across the smothered
grass.
Daffodils bow their heads
waiting for the sun
to warm it all away.
© Erik Hansen 2016
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
Four 3
Sudden Sunday snowfall;
slippery sidewalk surprise.
© Erik Hansen 2016
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
Four One
Once her hair hung down
her back
rich, shiny, black
Like a crows’ or Grackles’ feathers
Or piled up tight
in a bun
stuck with pins
you could barely see
Now age has cropped it
to a utilitarian length
silver white it shines
from between the flowers
she has painstakingly nurtured
in her gardens
like the full spring moon
high
in the daytime sky.
© Erik Hansen 2016
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
Edges 