Photographs by Ethel Mortenson Davis
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Restoration
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
The lips of the rain,
soft at first,
become
cold and stiff
from last night’s
freezing temperatures.
Out on the lake
The black-winged Pelicans
fish in huddles.
They are restored
to their ancient places,
the Great Lakes.
If only we could restore
the people to their rightful places,
bringing young and old back
to their ancient lands.
Instead millions are pushed out
from wars and famines
into a great movement
like schools of fish,
swarming,
moving like a great wheel
across the face of the deep.
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Whiteness
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
On earth
there are no elements
here of humankind
that work in harmony,
but in the whiteness
of snow there are.
The whiteness is like
no other white.
The snowshoe rabbit
this morning looked
brown against it.
White is holy.
It fights back
the grayness
that is human
and wins —
for a few moments.
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Lake Michigan Ice and Shore
photographs by Ethel Mortenson Davis
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Still Winter, Cave Point
Photographs by Ethel Mortenson Davis
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Waves
a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis
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Player
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
When I awake
I will not go to the theater,
play parts, do different characters,
but will be who I am.
I will never go back
to that again,
but will go where
there is wilderness and wildlife,
running water, and laps of waves—
See snorting deer.
I am my raw self;
I have no rifle,
and my bent toward you
is harmony.
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Cosmic Fish
a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis
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Sounds
a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis
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