Methow Valley

methowI heard you grieve
little has been going your way
in the hills and valley
of where we are
or not.

I stand in the wind
on a ridge above the valley,
deep into pine and oak
lupine and sunflower.

Into the learning of creatures
small or ungulate,
like the ones below
grazing the meadow.

Maybe you know these creatures,
even toed and cumbersome?

I enjoy the way they move,
slow through belly high

grass and sage
into vale and shadow.

I wonder if they realize
sweet pine scents,
or grass bending,
or even the wide scope
of valley?

Do they grieve
the way
of their going?

Do they?

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. Laura Helling says:

    I am in awe – beautiful work!!

    1. hey there Laura – many thanks!!!

  2. Aunt Beulah says:

    This is a lovely poem filled with nature and questioning introspection. the last line gave me pause, made me reflect as well. I’ve missed your writing.

    1. Thank you ! It has been a long time since I last posted! I’ve been working on some longer pieces that just don’t seem to get anywhere and then summer happened. It felt nice to post something. I hope to do so a little more regularly and am trying to get back to a regular writing schedule.

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