Felt Meaning A poem by John Ziegler Felt Meaning It may arise from a painting. After words have spoken color, texture, contrast, when there is still more. A memory nudged, a childhood moment that deer drinking from a mountain stream... Continue Reading →
Equinox A poem by John Ziegler EquinoxThe days turn silver,chilled and cleanas a platter of raw oysters.Soon, wool socks.Black bear grows fat and sleepy.Butterfly finds winter quartersin dry leaves rolled like cigars.Hummingbird jets southacross the gulf, no food no sleep,clean... Continue Reading →
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