a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis
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The Rain Stepped Softly
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
The rain stepped softly
over us last night,
kissing us with
sweet tenderness.
But we push her away,
telling her to leave us alone —
like the spoiled, unthankful
children we are.
Running Free
a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis
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Tracks
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
After the storm,
on our morning walk,
deer tracks ran
along the water’s edge
in the heavy snow.
These were running tracks,
with great distance
between each footprint,
its force making
a deep imprint in the snow.
Yesterday was the last day
of hunting season.
A heavy snow and ice storm
ran all day,
keeping hunters at bay.
Because hunters cannot
hunt along the water’s edge,
these deer found refuge
along the lake’s shore,
among the cedar groves—
respite for another year.
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The Birth of the World
a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis
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The Room
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
The morning walk
was soaking wet and cold,
water flooding down
the sides of hills.
I wonder if we
will end in water?
Sweeping floods from
an inlet sea
changing the course
of our earth.
Then at the top
of the hill in the forest,
maples in a glorious, gold coat
invited us in.
We opened her door
and stepped into
a fire-lit room,
warming our feet
and hands,
sitting awhile,
until the rain stopped.
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A Letter on the Horizon’s Poem Released Today – Ethel Davis’s New Book
In my opinion this is the best book Ethel Mortenson Davis has published yet. It contains poems written during her teenage years through all the subsequent time until now. Poem after poem is a masterpiece.
Kathy Isaacson in her review of the book said: “Having long wondered who the Rumi of my generation could be, Ethel Mortenson Davis’s poetry similarly soothes and inspires me. This collection helps us contemplate our relationships with the earth while exploring other companions such as cancer, pain, war, loss of life, and starving horses. We experience healing with the smell of wild snow, sound of moss clinging to trees, sight of the moon dancing and fireflies whispering. Ethel’s poetry has accompanied me to a volcano in the New Mexican desert where it was read to the “laughing stars.” It has been recited to my classroom of wide-eyed students and currently blesses my bedside table.”
I found the book on amazon.com this morning, but not on Barnes and Noble yet. It was under Ethel Davis, not Ethel Mortenson Davis. The publisher is Kelsay Books.
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