The following was published in this year’s sprig issue of The Avocet: A Journal of Nature Poetry. You can click on the Play button below the link to hear me read it. Enjoy, and wherever you are, don’t let the wind knock you down.
How to Walk in Wyoming’s Wind
Bundle up with hands in pockets.
If the wind is at your front, lean into it.
Don’t let it push you around.
Utter profanities–no one will hear them.
When you retrace your steps, the wind will be at your back.
Let it propel you. Like the horse returning to the barn,
you’ll clip along at a steady, quick pace.
When you get home, reward yourself with a hot drink.
I wrote the following poem years ago, inspired by a park I still enjoy walking through today. I posted it this here in 2010 when it was published in Serendipity Poets Journal. Now, it appears in the summer print edition of The Avocet. Click below to hear me read it.
Today, some of you may be planning a trip to the mountains as part of your Independence Day celebration. If you live in the Sierra Nevada region in California, you could be skiing on the Fourth of July.
Here’s one of the first poems I wrote years ago while taking a creative writing class at the Wyoming Summer School for the Visually Impaired on Casper Mountain. It has since been revised and will appear in the summer print issue of The Avocet. You can click below to hear me read it. I wish you all a safe and happy Fourth of July.
A Piece of Casper Mountain
Gravel crunches beneath our feet.
With plenty of grass, bushes,
a cool mountain summer breeze,
the forest smells of pine
under a blue Wyoming sky.
In the distance, a chain saw shatters the silence.
Is someone clear-cutting or chopping firewood?
As we walk towards camp, the saw stops.
Moments later, a wood-filled truck passes.
Has enough of the forest been taken for one day?