Outdoor Oregon

As I prepare myself to move out of Oregon, I am noticing even more the outdoor gifts and beauty of Oregon. This poem was inspired by seeing a Coopers Hawk circling and surveying grass fields for prey.
Oregon Outside
Outdoor Oregon

Birds of prey
and birds of scavenge
tilting board wings on thermals
like the old west
whistling the good, the bad, the ugly
osprey, coopers hawk, and vulture.

High stars in the summer cloudless sky
better to see you with my dear
meteor shower and blinking satellites.

Ewok forest trees like giant weeds
climbing to the alpine edge
of stoic mountains
whose wrinkled crags
are smoothed by cascade cement.

The cool nights
when skunks steel mislaid
chicken eggs
and the green valley
with angled rain split
through sunshine
spawns multiple rainbows
like an electric woman.

Harshness of desert climbs
Stunted trees
with small arms,
their backs against
summit winds,
their thin bellies
submersed in deep wells
of snow,
endure the summer thirst
of ultra violet blue.

Coast storms
Basalt ancients
throw themselves against
arching waves
of the moon pulled slosh -|
Crash and awe
or gentle rhythmic lull.

Vine wound hillsides
squeezing out Pinot Noir
from phylloxera resistant roots
and hosting perches for
birds of prey
tilting board wings on thermals.

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About createthedawn

Dawn’s calling is for her poetry to “light the gloomy corners of the world.” She facilitates writing workshops both online and face-to-face and is a dynamic speaker on inspiration, innovation, change, and healing. Dawn believes in the power of poetry to process, to focus, to align, and to find our way to happiness and fulfillment. Thus, her business and her blog are called: create the dawn.
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2 Responses to Outdoor Oregon

  1. Clever insert of The Good, The Bad & The Ugly and their equivalent bird types. I keep replaying “Ewok forest trees like giant weeds” in my head, playful and tells so much in just six words. “Endure the summer thirst of ultra violet blue.” is full of passion and yearning, the summer’s lust cannot be slaked easily. I also learned a new word today – phylloxera. Sounds beautiful but has a ‘lousy’ description 😉 Lovely piece, a fitting ode to your soon to be former home.

  2. HI David, the forests really do look like the Ewok forests in Oregon. The trees are so big, tall, and straight. Glad you liked the poem. Thanks for pulling out specific pieces that struck you….feedback is so important as you know to artists/writers.

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