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The Turning Hour
UNDER MY OLD WINGHave I not held you under my old wingfor protection.Did you not come to melost and frightened.All but dead.How cold you were,how tense you were,before you fell into soft sleeping.Did I...
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Like the Spirit of Love
Bedrock Mortars (Indian Grinding Rocks)—Photo by Taylor GrahamBEDROCK—Taylor Graham, PlacervilleFirst day of spring.The world was wild, bright with newexceptmy dog was sleep-walkingon the trail,...
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Fresh Like a Crocus
—Photo Enhancement by Richard Hansen, SacramentoVERNAL TIME—B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MAMy clock and watchspring forwardwith a click of the wristin rehearsal of the season,quick as sayingabracadabraor...
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For All Who Listen
—Anonymous PhotoPASTEL CHICK—Carol Louise Moon, SacramentoThis fat pastel chicklooking toward the edge of paperwith an egg-shaped eyeof black-dot yolk,with its little orange wingof many tiny red hearts...
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Protecting Secrets
CallaTRUSTING THAT THE HEART WILL KNOW THE WAYWe came upon a pale landscape plainMade paler by the moon, white pastThe white of death with bushes white,Upon which horses roamed, whiter than theWhole of...
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For This Is Love
—Photo by Richard Hansen, SacramentoA PRAYER IN SPRING—Robert FrostOh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply...
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Spring Fever
Southside Park—Photo by Annie Menebroker, SacramentoSPRING FEVER—B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MABe amazedafter this long Marchof winter's retreathere along the Capewriting a poem in silencein your muted...
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Many Turnings
BEYOND THE BORDERSAbove the fence line, beyond the borders, a bird was singing, “stone . . . stone . . . ”and the heavy day was drifting . . . drifting . . . in my direction; and I was turning from...
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Fragile Threads
Fish —Photo by D.R. Wagner, Elk Groveold grey suitcase—charles mariano, sacramentolooking for Daddy’s letters againfigured it had to be there,where i haven’t looked, haven’t gonein over thirty...
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Mysteries Afoot
Goddess dancedGoddess danced Her everlasting danceBangles, beadsWent spinning from her skirtsOff they flewInto the fecund darkGrowing therePlanted in fields of nightStars, planetsAnd you, my Love, and...
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Eggs-actly!
—Photo by Katy Brown, DavisMARCH MYSTERY—Taylor Graham, PlacervilleDawn. Walking back from the wild north corner, I hear honking overhead. Two geese—flying where? Down the swale, I check our pasture....
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Tales to Tell
FAIRY TALESThe housings of my horseAre embroidered with gold.My skin is pure blue.I walk through all forests,Copper and silver and goldAnd I am a story that cannot grow old.My story is filled with...
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How to Love This World
—Photo by D.R. WagnerSPRING—Mary Oliver Somewherea black bearhas just risen from sleepand is staringdown the mountain.All nightin the brisk and shallow restlessnessof early springI think of her,her...
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Like a Seasoned Exile
Dinosaur, Half Moon Bay (April Fool!)—Photo by Kathy Kieth, Diamond SpringsCRAZY MARCH—B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MAA cool helloin crazy Marchprolongs your daymakes Portuguese breadtaste even sweeterwith...
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This Realm is Mine
EGGSI cannot name the egg again.It remains as mysterious as ever. .I, making ordinary breakfastof the egg,never consider what I am doing. .Sometimes I try to be talented with...
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A Skylark Singing
—Photo by Taylor GrahamETHER—Taylor Graham, PlacervilleThe heart of poetry is a skylark singing out of sight.A bird flew up past walls reaching hands, straight up through rafters, beams, scaffolding,...
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To Begin Again
Johnathan HeroldBREACH OF THE SOIL—Johnathan Herold, LodiA trepid bulb, planted by the red-rough hands of a foreign tiller waits For its light to ignite A world, to begin Again for someone new. And...
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So Much To Love
kk's daffodils—Photo by Katy Brown, DavisTHE FACE OF YOUR GARDEN—James Lee Jobe, Davis The sun rises with a look of kindness,and you wake me with three kisses.The first is the kiss of the morning dew,...
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Their Ancient Music
ShipWITH THE BEES“We’re not working like this anymore.”He pulled the tablet from out of my handsAnd tried to smash it to the floor as if it wereSomething rotten, something not worthy.We were alerted...
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The Cavern Without Explanation
Night-flowering CactusNIGHT-FLOWERING CACTUS—Thomas Merton I know my time, which is obscure, silent and brief For I am present without warning one night only. When sun rises on the brass valleys I...
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