Old Growth 2

Jim Larwill

Canadian Shield Chapbooks I.
Text Box: A luminous morning tree trembles moon bark trunk twigs incubate leaves and I turn aside to slip off these shoes. Text Box: Violent hooked gill bass power page ripples warm water flesh These silent worms await you. Text Box: soft sun pushes clouds onwards this storm has ended I am this beauty Text Box: whirlpool wood nymphs caught between power of lakes twist sing and bubble in cool water become floating phantoms reflect veins of darting light tumble down rocky torrent in pursuit of minnows Shadows beneath the roar of falls. Text Box: solid rock bleeding impressionist soil clear lakes lined by silent sentinels this landscape spears my tamaracked heart needles red from pain of rain gone sour Sun drops from horizon silken clouds lite from below east is dark as western sky turns red end of a day Within wilderness womb I dream of a new morning. Text Box: Whispering clouds hazy blue twilight evening comes softly over water cool air touches her breath upon my neck Americans across the lake ….. chop ..... burn ... and argue.