a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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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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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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Spring Garden and a Poem by Ethel Mortenson Davis
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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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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