Monthly Archives: January 2014

Passage and Presence…



Walking along misty lane early morning,

Silent; a wan sun, distant and cold.

Unseen, save the thousand pair

Of ancient Indian eyes

Staring through sun-filtered,

Snow-laden trees.

A farmer’s old stone wall,

Tumbled and broken,

Meanders parallel, forgotten.

White settlers on

Native red lands;

I, too, a modern-day


Scraping along sacred grounds

Scarred and sealed

In asphalt.

(A shiver grips me;

Is it the clasp

Of season brumal,

Or the clutch of

Centuries-old collective guilt?)

Ancient Woods

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