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Fawn

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Your spotted back fits well
in the dappled light of the wood 

as you wait utterly still
for the night and her returning.

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Come

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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I Will Wait

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

I will wait

for the foxfire tonight,

for the glistening jewels

of the wood.

I will nuddle

along the lopeway,

following the gallery

worn in paths by the deer.

I will nudge the white dag

that sits on top

of the marsh,

she, a low-lying friend.

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Overview of Chaco Canyon Ruins

Photograph by Kevin Michael Davis (Alazanto)

Thinking of Kevin today

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Forget-Me-Nots

Spring Garden and a Poem by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Circle

So fragile the circle

of the earth.

Clouds swirl upon her

in endless feathers.

All life surrenders to her.

She even brings you

back to me.

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The Omen

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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Woman of the Night

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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Heaven

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Wolf moon
 with yellow-green eyes,
 slipping between trees,
 slipping from heaven.
  
 Timber wolf
 with yellow-green eyes,
 slipping between trees,
 slipping between exploding bullets-
  
 heaven slipping between
 our fingers. 

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What Hope Is

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

I’ll tell you
 what hope is.
 It’s not going
 to the grocery store
 and getting yelled at 
 for bringing your
 screaming son along
 and then next week
 doing it again.
  
 It is breaking through
 the thick cloak that surrounds him
 and finding a small increment
 of communication,
 reaching down into
 the cylinder of autism
 and pulling out
 shafts of light. 

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A Quiet Night

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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