Heavy snows like this
fall from the roof
with a dramatic thud;
But today’s
tumble
is…
silenced.
Ripped Apart
by the wind
before reaching
Ground.
(Kelly Salasin, January 2012)
(Kelly Salasin, January 2012)
(new years day, 2013, kelly salasin)
A stunning nightscape
emerges
in the absence
of life–
Bare branches
silhouetted
against
a bruised sky
(kelly salasin, october 2012)
Hawk cries atop the dead Birch in the South.
Thunder percussion.
Camp Neringa treble.
(MacArthur Rd, Marlboro, 2012)
i wake to/
sugar on spring/
and watch/
as an owl/
sweeps across/
the field/
of my meditation/
in the falling snow
kelly salasin, april 2012