Silver streaks on the horizon
locked in magenta sky
reflecting w/silhouetted trees,
crescent moon & Jupiter rising.
Barred owl calls, deep in the woods.
Lily pad & pickerel weed,
spike rush & watershield
rest dark on still waters,
dark grey on dark steel.
A catbird cry joins the never-ending cricket chorus
while faintly the call of a loon
floats over from the big lake.
These are the poems, writings and musings of Michael R. Martin.
Here you will find recent writings, and poems dragged up from many years ago.
Cedar Eden refers to the name of my Adirondack Homestead.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Monday, August 07, 2006
Drive to Chatham
Film of my ride through the Adirondacks to Chatham NY to attend the memorial of a friend and fellow musician. |
See also: In Memory
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