Cranesong So it turns out falling stars aren’t suns gone dark but rocks on fire, an alchemy of dust meeting […]
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Tricia Elliott
Yurt dweller, parent, partner, writer. Knows some things about medicine, life coaching, teaching, and the wilds.
Tribute
Tribute It was how shadows in blue branches made tributaries across snow. I paused, not yet thinking about eons of […]
Kinglet
Kinglet for Inger It wasn’t always like this. For years I mourned you with sackcloth, stirring the ashes with a […]
Clouds
Clouds As the wind, sly-fingered, plucked at the hemlocks they shivered, gently, shedding fine showers of snow from their gloved […]
Forest
Forest Hello, said the spruce cone, and teetered on its tip before toppling to one side near my foot. Hello […]
February Dragons
February Dragons The sun summons dragons, knob-spined and snow-scaled, coming in smoking to stain the liquid-lit sky with ruby and ember […]
Spruce Grouse Frost
Spruce Grouse Frost Both winter’s firm grip and a feel-your-way fog has opened this ridge like a waning moon’s face, […]
Tree Mink
Tree Mink It looks nothing like it, that inky drip of summery mink who streamed into my winter’s dream and […]
Bearbones Update
December 2020 Hello! I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve decided to wait and not publish today’s poem, insteadposting it as […]
Yes, and
Yes, and watch this, said the birch.It isn’t about the dancing leaves or dogged snow, but what happens to the […]
