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First Spring Green

a photograph by Ethel Mortenson Davis

First Spring Green

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At Last, Spring 2014–even though it snowed Monday

a photograph by Sonja Bingen

At Last, Spring

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Unearthly

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Unearthly stillness,
except for the sound of water
running in rivulets
down the face of cliffs
to the Great lake.
That is earthly.

Sandhill cranes
landing
as if on skirts of air,
suspended in mid-air,
slowly coming down
to start their spring dance:
Unearthly.

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Signs of Coming Spring: Open Water

a photograph by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Signs of Spring, Open Water

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Open Water

a photograph of Lake Michigan by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Coming of Spring on Lake Michigan

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The Lake

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

In the cold winters
around the Great Lakes,
ice moves
in constant, fluid motion
making cracking sounds,
thundering sounds
as ice heaves against ice,
shelf against shelf,
sending echoes out,
across a cold, stiff night,
that sound like a war
being waged,

like someone shooting off cannons
in some distant place.

She is telling us
she is still here;
she is still alive!

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Lake Michigan Ice

a photograph by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Lake Michigan Ice

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Spring Will Come!

a photograph by Sonja Bingen, our daughter

Daisy1

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Flow of the Albino Does

a Spenserian sonnet by Thomas Davis

Albino does emerge from banks of snow
Into the moonlight of the winter night.
The sheen of silver from the ghostly glow
Of luminance stained from the full moon’s light
Spreads through the shadows where the snow’s soft white
Moves with the movement of the silent deer.

The maple trees begin to stir, a slight
Breath silent through a sky pristinely clear.
A huge tree cracks. A wave of startled fear
Jerks through the deer. A wind begins
To blow through barking trees, the atmosphere
Alive with movement as the moonlight spins
Light dancing through an empty field that flows
With running waves of ghostly silver does.

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Rapids at Box Canyon Falls

by Alazanto, Kevin Davis, our son

Rapids at Box Canyon Falls November 18, 2007

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