Winter in Cascadia

Winter in Cascadia

This is winter in Cascadia.
Oceans gather, lift and drop.

Trailing backward to stand on a rocky beach
with pebbles for eyes, waving cedar

while the pain of love
pounces your throat–

all rise now to the sea-jungle
rowing into the sound, the great waves

going long ways with singing canoes
by the ferns for a memory;

“Wood, stone, feather and bone,
roaring of the ocean, guide us home/
Wolf and raven, Wolf and raven,
in my soul, in my soul…”

Someone I love
has made a fire on the sand,

hand-drill and tinder-bundle
carried close to the heart

in mist-wool on the skin
of our people, our passage.

Dawn climbs rosy-cheeked and panting
home on wind-feathered faces–

the charcoal
on the shore.

 

 

 

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Published byAmber MV

Amber MV holds a BA in Creative Writing and English from Southern New Hampshire University and is a graduate of Anake Outdoor School at Wilderness Awareness School.

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