Homage to Twilight

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A setting sun ignites the sky birthing a million billion embers
Transforming into pave jewels that illuminate the inky heavens;
Detectable only after the eye adapts to the new light.

© photo and words by Pamela Ferris-Olson

April 23, 2014

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A Eulogy for Winston’s Farm

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Forty acres of corn alternated with soybeans to enrich the soil
now gone like the nearly blind old farmer who owned the place;
Dressed in jean coveralls and straw hat
his weathered face with stubble brittle as autumn cornstalks
he looked as though he’d been cut out of a children’s storybook,
He was a living, breathing relic before he died;
Afterwards two men came, demolished the barn board by board
harvested the wood to sell to wealthy suburbanites
who wanted an authentic look for their great rooms;
The house, however, was demolished with a bulldozer —
a way of life, a man, his legacy—
gone in a day,
though it had taken a lifetime to produce
a productive life and productive fields.
Gone.
Life sealed beneath poured concrete and asphalt
to make way for a crop of cloned town-homes;
All that remains of the farmer is his name
Memorialized on a small, rectangular sign
Six feet up:
Winston Farm Road.

© photo and words by Pamela Ferris-Olson

April 21, 2014

Grounded

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In a meadow of waving wild-sown grain
Grown to the height of a knee:

Fescue and buffalo grass feed the herds,
In this place where the elk roam free;

Here on this immense magnificent land
Sulfured gases billow skywards from thermal pools;

In the vastness of the land it’s possible to lose one’s self
Connect with Mother Earth, grant the spirit time to refuel.

© photo and words by Pamela Ferris-Olson

April 19, 2014

In the Shadows

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I retreat to the shadows
Where drained and limp
In spirit and in body
I am grateful for an oasis—
Both refuge and camouflage—
A place of rejuvenation
But not of everlasting peace;
It is only a matter of time before I am drawn back into the light
So dazzling and alluring
Dancing in it feels delicious
As long as I don’t get burned.

© photo and words by Pamela Ferris-Olson

April 17, 2014

Resurrection

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Outside my window this morning I am greeted by a dusting of white
Liberally spread across April’s pastel palette,
Even the dove roosting in the maple tree is dressed in a white cloak;
Outside is a world of contrast where dark and light enhances one another—
Each ridge in the tree bark more defined
Every rail on the backyard fence highlighted—
And, the snow brightened in the partnering;
April’s fresh colors fair less well,
They have become grayer and the sky seems to have drained its color:
It is but a momentary respite, a time to take a breath, to prepare for tomorrow
When the resurrection bursts forth in all its glory
Into full bloom.

© photo and words by Pamela Ferris-Olson

April 15, 2014

Passing By

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We all must pass by,
Some tarry but a short while
Others much longer;
Each of us mark our being,
Sometimes with a sudden burst of energy that dazzles the eyes,
Sometimes with a more permanent exercise meant to stand against time;
All have consequence for those who witness the passing.
But how many take the time to notice?
This is the measure of both the leave taker and the observer;
And I wish to be counted among both.

© photo and words by Pamela Ferris-Olson

April 14, 2014