Escape

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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Anytime

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Sometimes I want to go to you
but remember that I have
put you in a special room
far from here,
a room, nonetheless,
with an open door,
so that I can enter
anytime.

So, I can see
your smile when you
were running with Shiva,
the golden lab,
through autumn leaves
in a special forest
long ago.
So, I can walk through that door
anytime.

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Landscape with Birds

pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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BUTTERFLY MAN

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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Sleeping Horse

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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Moon

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

The moon is most beautiful
at her beginning, or end.
Like a fine-edged sickle
punctuating the blackness.

Minimal.
A lot like you.
Not outstanding.
Almost missed.
Nevertheless beautiful.

Step outside with me.
We’ll see her
from the steps.
Let your skin
touch the cold.

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Marriage by the Inland Sea

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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Sunset at Chaco Canyon Ruins

In Memory of Kevin Michael Davis, February 16, 1982 – July 23, 2010

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Sea Turtle

A pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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Orchid Dancer

After the wedding between Sophia Wood and Erik Saucedo

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Story of the Marriage of Two Souls

The orchid dancer
worried all night
that the storm
would keep the two souls
from being married.

But the jumping waters
that dance into the sky
did not come.
The love of the village
was so great that it
pushed back the whirling winds.

The two souls were
finally married,
and everyone celebrated
long through the night.

An eagle had flown over
earlier that day
and told us it would be so.

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