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  Loom   When wolves ripple the night sky  with song   each note falls  up to tangle among the threaded stars   as if tethered to one great  loom   around which the mountains  sit, drawing the sea like a  shuttle…

  Web   Look, it said meeting your hidden web  with a gentle rain adorning each halting step with jewels, rather than judgement   of you watching, as nothing   not  the green stems nor the spider nor even the…

Ripening   You almost missed it — a wild blueberry in mid-September   somehow overlooked by bears and berry pails and not yet touched by frost —   and you stopped  to hear it humming alone in its night sky…

Prophets The day the coyotes calledwhile crossing the storm swept ridgeon the quick pebbles of their feet,a clear sky followed. The woolly clouds fled the valleyas if the coyote’s sibylline song had scattered themlike thick cottony seeds,or a crowd of…

Hare The snowshoe hare paused just feet from where I stood,well within the borders of a tree-lined path and we regarded one another. The rain-wet hemlocksruffled their wings, and the ground beneath us, sunlit, steamed but the hare merely worked…

  Fall   Just now, under the aspen tree, you saw a spark or a sunlit flash of wing  and thought of flight, and wonder and then, as your eager wind spun to meet not flame, nor feather but tree,…

Illusion What stump?said the bunchberry, as it shrugged crimson-stained leavesfreed, just recently, from summer’s green mask and I pointed, bemused, at the cracked grey stumpwhiskery with lichen, bearded by moss, surrounded in bunchberry,garnished with one. That stump,I said, this ancient…

Exchange The squirrel froze, quivering and then dashed up a tree to chitter,loudly as I knelt by its meal, or what remained of it, a mushroom, the size of my hand, newsince yesterday and already marred and I felt fear…

Resident The porcupine’s tail tends to each track like a fistful of twigssweeping the gravel into a braided shape. It looks like a stream, carved among silt and bankhere and there dotted with a claw scrawled print, all of it…

  Glacier   Lacy shards chime as they meet  in ice berg waves newly launched in clouds  of blue white spray   all of it massive and deep, like the crevasse  that still buckles above    in the churning, scraping scouring …