Saturday, November 6, 2010

11.6





pink-orange light in clouds above black

plane of ridge, red-tailed hawk calling

in foreground, wave sounding in channel



therefore transformed, such

a way that particular



light, passing a body, that

is on the side toward



grey-white clouds against top of ridge,

wingspan of gull flapping toward point




2 comments:

  1. Stephen,

    I have been enjoying your poems. They have become part of my regular [almost daily] routine. I am a geographer, trained in "reading" the landscape; your descriptions of the daily landscape resonate with me.

    I don't remember how I came to find your page, but it was not long after setting up my own blogspot page for my poetry (skiminocycle.blogspot.com). I also maintain a facebook page: Michael Ratcliffe's Poetry. If you are interested, I invite you to take a look, and welcome any comments you might have.

    Michael Ratcliffe

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  2. Michael,

    ". . . a geographer, trained in 'reading' the landscape . . ." -- thanks.

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