a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis
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a photograph by Sonja Bingen, our daughter
by Thomas Davis
An Italian, or Petrarchan, Sonnet
He searched a year to find the cedar tree,
Determined that he’d find a lofty lord
That towered dark and gleaming like a sword
Thrust upward with a shaggy filigree
Of branches singing winds into a sea
Of sky where hawks and eagles soared
And wings stitched sky to land, a linking poured
Into the heartbeat of his fantasy.
He dreamed the tree into the song he sang,
Then fingered ancient rosewood cello strings
Into the filigree of cedar wind
That bowed as cries of distant eagles rang
Into the sky and wove tree, song, and wings
Into a music that will never end.
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
I shouldn’t have
come up over the bluff,
because that’s when
I saw the great expanse
of sky and clouds.
This morning, on my walk,
the face of the red mesa
to come up into them–
yes, taken up into
But in a moment
my eye caught sight
of a coyote
the valley floor
almost the color
of the dirt and brush
bringing me back
to reality and hardness.
Stay hidden, coyote,
and step away
because where he steps
death is all around.