Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
The North Woods
Wake to the birth In every morning sky Watch in the twilight When western fires die Trees lean long Where the cold travels slowly The Earth still dreams Where the quiet creatures lie
Bernita, this poem was inspired by our mountain land, which faces the northeast. Until you really stand in a place for while, you miss just how much such a thing means. Our mountain is very different from its New York sister which faces southwest.
Billie, :) I know you have these moments locked in you too.
Jay, I'm happy that the beauty of the outside world is returning. I can do many more of these posts now. This winter was less than photogenic here.
Sonya, you did pretty well notwithstanding. ;) Thanks!!
Jeff, nice to see you! Hope you've been well.
Jaye, my pleasure. I thought you guys needed a pick-me-up after I took you to the bad place.
Kate, what's amazing from my point of view is that these places live in me. When you connect with it, that's the magic for me.
Bev, thanks, my friend.
KC, much appreciated. This was one of those just-get-it-out poems. Sometimes they're good, and sometimes...not so much.
Kaye, as always, deeply appreciated.
Mermaid, a wonderful metaphor. Thank you. :)
Shameless, a north facing woods is a calming place. Yet, it feels feels old, and more than a little aware of the long years.
I want this photo and the words up on my wall.
ReplyDeleteBreathtaking.
Beautiful - words and picture.
ReplyDelete"trees lean long"
ReplyDeleteExactly.
This is just lovely.
ReplyDeleteI love when you pair a beautiful image with beautiful words. It really sparks so many thoughts in my mind.
ReplyDeleteMan, your commentors always takes the words right out of my mouth...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Jason!
Nice photo and words to match. Good job, Jason.
ReplyDeleteNow this is nice. Not that I don't like stories about kids selling their bodies for heroine, but...This was a nice way to start the day.
ReplyDeletethis poem and picture brings me to a different time and place.
ReplyDeletethat's magic.
lovely, Jason, lovely!
ReplyDelete"when Western fires die" is perfect.
ReplyDeleteGreat words.
I'm with Joni. The photo & poem would make a fabulous "poetry poster" to hang on one's wall!
ReplyDeleteI appreciate your fine artistry.
KLG
Nature's hair cascades down your words to reach the river (your audience).
ReplyDeleteVery calming, Jason. Nice turn of words.
ReplyDeleteJoni, maybe I should send you one. :)
ReplyDeleteAnne, much appreciated, my friend.
Bernita, this poem was inspired by our mountain land, which faces the northeast. Until you really stand in a place for while, you miss just how much such a thing means. Our mountain is very different from its New York sister which faces southwest.
Billie, :) I know you have these moments locked in you too.
Jay, I'm happy that the beauty of the outside world is returning. I can do many more of these posts now. This winter was less than photogenic here.
Sonya, you did pretty well notwithstanding. ;) Thanks!!
Jeff, nice to see you! Hope you've been well.
Jaye, my pleasure. I thought you guys needed a pick-me-up after I took you to the bad place.
Kate, what's amazing from my point of view is that these places live in me. When you connect with it, that's the magic for me.
Bev, thanks, my friend.
KC, much appreciated. This was one of those just-get-it-out poems. Sometimes they're good, and sometimes...not so much.
Kaye, as always, deeply appreciated.
Mermaid, a wonderful metaphor. Thank you. :)
Shameless, a north facing woods is a calming place. Yet, it feels feels old, and more than a little aware of the long years.
Your poetry reminds me of the best of mystical poets. There's a timeless quality to your word-images.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing. :)
I wish I could transport myself there right now!
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful poem. I wanted to say so when I read it the first time, but Blogger was in a bad mood. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI like the poster idea.
Cool piece
ReplyDeleteWandering Author, thanks for the visit and the kind words! Yes, blogger was being very naughty the other day.
ReplyDeleteInconsequential, thanks. :)