Standing tall, resolute in thunderstorms,
blizzards or sunshine, bending in breezes,
home to squirrels, hummingbirds and
owls. Silent, wonderfully silent in quiet
majesty, bothering nothing, existing, living
in due course their destiny without rancor,
war or bitterness. Who lives here with more
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grace and dignity than trees? Who is it?
Muskrat She walks past the pond, up the road,toward illuminated shape—sunshineorbits its body, an auburn luster. Behind oak, near maple, she cloaksits remains with autumn’s leavings,honors its life. At bedtime, she smooths her grandmother’scoat, the mink repurposed into coverlet.Its plushness weeps with needless death. Animals have covered us long enough. Jeannie E. Roberts has authored four […]
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The Goat’s Eyes I go to the stone wall to call the goats not from my need nor from theirs, to be with them. A herd gathers under the bent apple tree soft nickering does curiosity in their low-tone bells swinging bags of dwindling milk over dimpled apples we bathe in sunshine their wild eyes […]
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