Tag Archives: nature

Unplugged, no signal, the place I step off the grid and into this other web that holds me when I remember and when I forget.

Posted on August 3, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I walk in green; fern-scented, loam deep, where footprints spell names:  Deer, fox, coyote, heron, woman. There is a grail some call holy I am hunting.  A poetry that speaks one word, sparer than pig and i spring rain, but … Continue reading →

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behemoth (rework)

Posted on February 26, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

They are what swim, what fly, what run; they are the eyes holding firelight in fear-touched hunger. They are the plural as single and the one as many; striped and spotted, feathered and furred, scaled or catching hair against brambles. … Continue reading →

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behemoth

Posted on January 16, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

They are what swim, what fly, what run; they are the eyes holding firelight in fear-touched hunger. They are the plural as single and the one as many; striped and spotted, feathered and furred, scaled or catching hair against brambles. … Continue reading →

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Dormancy (reworked into a double triolet with a couplet)

Posted on December 30, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

What waits to stir beneath snow is more than old leaves and mud; life folded, patient and slow (is) what waits to stir beneath snow shifts in its sleep, hungry to grow the dreams seeds own, impatient to bud what waits … Continue reading →

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haiku heights: nature

Posted on November 2, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

by nature, i shine a made thing, no more or less than the stars i count

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they splash in water

Posted on August 20, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

they splash in water that foretells autumn in yellow leaves clinging to the bank startling against all that green

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lessons learned in the morning, on the way there

Posted on June 27, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this oiled gravel path twists and climbs, and sinks again to show us what we have forgotten on the way how sun fills valleys empty of anything but trees, dances on leaf tips like light brushstrokes and how these same … Continue reading →

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