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
Stephen,
ReplyDeleteI 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
Michael,
ReplyDelete". . . a geographer, trained in 'reading' the landscape . . ." -- thanks.