Rebecca Canright
I had forgotten how magic
Those tall black spires are at night
Looming like cathedrals
In soft, muted daylight
Gulls call over water
Over pine forest
Over whispered fernsong
Unknown to us.
Ripples on water, estuary
Has tides, too
Young eagle shrieks –
Echoes my amazement
At Mystery held here
Deep November green
Doug firs peel high,
Air filled with quivering water. Sleep,
Dark-eyed junco,
Tremble soft and quiet on dry branch.
Unnamed white gull
Today, walking to feed donkey
Down quiet road.
Sailing leaves rest,
Moist ground-carpet.
Lilting wind chime sings as I peer
At perhaps a spruce
Her needle-fans flat and turquoise-green.
Knowing a language I
Have yet to learn
Rebecca Canright’s love of animals and the natural world comes largely from growing up on an organic farm in central New Jersey. She studied environmental studies and French at Evergreen State College in Olympia, Washington.
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