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Iridescence
92 wordsOutside my window, a hummingbird speaks. Its voice is the same as the sunset–the same as the tossing of cedar boughs in the southwest breeze. I know it immediately, before I even see it. And when I look up, the hummingbird is hovering–the sun glinting off its feathers, just like the iridescence of an abalone…
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Halloween
138 wordsI went on a fall hike today to celebrate Halloween–the halfway point between fall and winter–and I was inspired to write this poem.
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The Scrub Jay in the Juniper
142 wordsA western scrub jay sits in the juniper, the blue scarf down his back the same color as its berries, and he sits and watches his cousins, the crows,fly overhead against the city sky, caught up in dust,and he hears the empty click of a truck, somewhere off in the distance,and the heavy silence woven…
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The Language of Waterfalls
153 wordsIt takes a while to learn the language of waterfalls, because each speaks a slightly different dialect, but if you go to the same waterfall again and again, you’ll learn to hear its voice. At first, you’ll find it tucked between maidenhair ferns, as the droplets fall, and then you’ll pick it out of the…
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