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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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Memory

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

A memory
of rain
in a night
when
the wind filled
and spread the sky

a
rain
upon us
and
through us,

on sounds
little known

as feet
of deer,

a rain
falling
between us,

upon
two voices
almost heard
above
the wind.

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The White Bird

by Thomas Davis

Rainwater falls…

Falls…

Into puddles,
Upon rain-shining stones.

Amidst the stones
A lone white bird
Sings of cherries, sweet and black,
and spring.

You sit upon a stone
In the rain listening…
Listening,
Hearing rainwater
And the bird mingling melodies.

Life is strange,
For the rain, the white bird,
you, and the songs
Form a beautiful image.

The rain…

Falling…

Falling.

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Beneath the Willow Tree

by Thomas Davis

Beneath the willow tree she lies down
beside the river that runs to the sea,
near the reeds and long stems of grasses
that fall gently to the flowing waters.

Has there ever been a woman so graceful?
She lies her head back and her hair cascades
Like willowy branches upon the bark of the willow.
She stirs, and her body moves in dance.

O, let the rain fall down from the skies!
Invite the thunder into the place of your house!
Rejoice that the sun is the cock of the morning!
Laugh when the wind blows through the trees!

My love is like a strumming banjo!
Touch her, and she responds with movement!
Speak to her, and her voice lifts in song!
O heart and soul of my love, do you hear?

Note: The love poems I am posting are from the earliest days of what is now a love affair that is 45 years old. I am looking back in time and celebrating who Ethel and I were when we were young and who we have been through all these years of our lives.

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