You always have a 'grounded' view, Sharon, one which seems to report the
appearances of the environment, a simple show of what anyone _could_ see if
they looked, really looked. Yet your spare style and 'simple' words---which
convey nature best---also convey a pronouncement from the soul and from our
torn emotions.
What you engage us to be is visitors to the natural world, taking it upon
ourselves and into ourselves without apologies, exceptions, or ignorings.
We ARE the natural world, you seem to say, as you tour us through it.
One comes away from your poetry enlightened and reinvigorated with all the
connections to nature, through the seasons----but one does not feel
entrapped by them. Your work does not mire us, like automatons of earthly
and cosmic mechanics. We participate in magic.
Thankfully, for this season particularly, you've not condescended to
sentimentality. We survive winter. Although we create diversions from its
rejecting cold, its bitter judgment, it nevertheless stays a test. We're
challenged to face it and move through it.
Thanks once again,
Judy
2008/11/13 sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]>
> Frost Moon
>
> Death walks with me
> but there is no scythe.
> For some it's sudden, done.
> For others, no swift
> taking, but a slow
> evaporation, a stiffening,
> a brittleness, a steady
> sloughing of the self.
>
> This rain is heavy, loud.
> Fallen leaves turn black
> and slimy, sink into mud,
> slide on pavement. The moon
> is invisible, but cold. This
> is not a freshening rain.
> This is autumn's rain.
> This is winter's rain.
>
>
>
> sharon brogan
>
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