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Ethel Mortenson Davis

Wind – A Poem by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Wind
by Ethel Mortenson Davis

She is the freest
of all women,
the wind.

The sound she plays
through the pinion trees
is a loud, sweeping sound,
like a great, spiny broom
cleaning away from the earth
things unnecessary.

Invisible,
yet she stirs the winter skies
to bring deep canyon snows today–
and then tomorrow
life-giving thunderstorms.

She makes us ask,
what is necessary?
What do we need
on our temporary trek
across the earth? Our suitcase in hand?
What is it we really want?

Only life from the wind.

About the Poet:

Ethel Mortenson Davis has published five books of poetry, I Sleep Between the Moons of New Mexico, White Ermine Across Her Shoulders, The Healer, We Breathe in Sky and Out Sky, and Under the Tail of the Milky Way Galaxy. Trained as an artist at the University of Wisconsin—Madison, her poetry is intensely visual, demonstrating the same life, color, and movement of her pastels.  Her poetry has appeared in anthologies, literary journals, and magazines.  Her artwork has been shown in a number of galleries in Wisconsin, Minnesota, and New Mexico.  She has also had individual works of art appear in different journals and magazines.

Currently a resident of Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin on the Door County peninsula, one of the writing and art centers of the Midwest United States, she publishes a blog at www.fourwindowspress.com with her husband Thomas Davis that features poetry, artwork, photographs, and an occasional essay.

Winter Solstice – A Poem by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Winter Solstice

She rolled
up the mat,
turned out
the lights,
and we were plunged
into darkness.

December is like
living in a cave,
but the earth
will not hear of it,

unfolds her fetal position
in her darkened room
and allows light to emerge
longer in the morning
and afternoon —

Sunlight able
to warm our deepest bones.


About the Poet:
Ethel Mortenson Davis was born in Wisconsin where her parents were dairy farmers. Her years on the farm instilled a deep sense of the earth. After high school she studied fine art at the University of Wisconsin—Madison with Milton Resnick, one of the great abstract artists of the 20th century.  Influenced by the imagist poets, she has had four books of poetry published. Her poems have appeared in magazines, international and regional anthologies, and small literary journals. She lives in Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin with her husband and two dogs where her daughters and grandchildren come to visit on a regular basis. Her son died of cancer a number of years ago.

 

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Cold – A Poem by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Cold

Fresh snow
with the same fox trail
ahead of us
each morning…

The cold at times
becomes unmovable,
but we must
meet her at her throat;

we must reach down
inside ourselves
for strength,
or we will be swallowed up

like the coyote
that morning
who stood his ground,
unmovable,

his yellow eyes
shadowing our eyes.

 

 

About the Poet: Ethel Mortenson Davis was born in Wisconsin where her parents were dairy farmers. Her years on the farm instilled a deep sense of the earth. After high school she studied fine art at the University of Wisconsin—Madison with Milton Resnick, one of the great abstract artists of the 20th century.  Influenced by the imagist poets, she has had four books of poetry published. Her poems have appeared in magazines, international and regional anthologies, and small literary journals. She lives in Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin with her husband and two dogs where her daughters and grandchildren come to visit on a regular basis. Her son died of cancer a number of years ago.

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  TwitterFacebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

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