My thanks to Ruth Nathan and Tim Rasinski

Hi everyone,

Another week gone lickety-split. I’m going to wind up approximately where I hoped to be unless today wanders off down a rabbit hole. My thanks to all who were in my life this week. Yesterday I was twice blessed when Ruth Nathan and Tim Rasinski both published poems of mine. I am most grateful.

Ruth used “Moose at Dusk” from WILD COUNTRY in her article in Thoughtful Learner.

Moose At Dusk
By David L. Harrison

At shadowy dusk,
when trees take faces
and stones move,
I hurry for home
thinking only
of leaving the forest
before full dark —
I’ve stayed too long.

When from the deepening gloom
you materialize
like a phantom beast —
high shouldered, massive,

Caught by surprise
I stare,
thinking how easily
you knew I was here.

Before my eyes you blend
with shadows, disappear.
I cannot blink you back,
but still you’re there.

Knowing I’m not alone,
I double my steps
and jog for home.

(c) 1996 From Wild Country, Wordsong/Boyds Mills Press. Used by permission of the author.

The back story for the poem is that Sandy and I were walking in the woods one evening at Jackson Hole, Wyoming at the foot of the Teton Mountains, and a gigantic moose appeared like an apparition in the deepening shadows. We looked at each other, not certain what to do, and when we glanced back, the beast had vanished. It was one of those experiences you know you’ll never forget, an adventure shared worth telling others about, worthy of a poem.

Tim chose “I Love You” from PARTNER POEMS, a book I did with him and Gay Fawcett, for his blog post on Fluency Friday.

The back story of the poem, which begins…

(1st voice)
I love you.
(2nd voice)
I love you too.
(1st voice)
I love you three.
(2nd voice)
I love you four.

…is that it was a game I often played with my sister, and now with her son, and other family members. Jule died a few years ago but the poem reminds me of her and of times when I could still hear her voice and hug her.

Let’s hear you roar

Hi everyone,
The prompt for today (one day only) is BEAR. Here are three of mine, the first from CAVE DETECTIVES (2007), the second from THE BOY WHO COUNTED STARS (1994), the third from WILD COUNTRY (1999).

The Bear

She pads on silent paws
into the cave,
into the dark,
moving slowly,
sniffing the air but unworried.

At a wall she stands erect,
stretches high,
wags her massive head,
slashes the clay
to mark her territory.

She turns to her task,
scooping out a hollow nest
for twins that will come.

Like an afterthought she lifts her head,
crushing jaws agape,
tongue like a red warning flag
flicking between her teeth,
and roars.

Echoes like shockwaves
roll down black halls.
She roars and roars
and roars.

(c) by David L. Harrison, all rights reserved

Hare on the Stair

A bear with no hair
Met a hare on the stair.
“Dear Hare,” said the bear who was bare,
“I have nothing to wear.”

The hare only stared
At the bear who was bare.
“Stay there,” said the hare with a glare,
“You cannot wear my hair.”

The bear took the hare
With the hair up the stair,
And when they were finished up there,
‘Twas the hare who was bare.

(c) by David L. Harrison, all rights reserved

Mama Bear

Down the valley
where the willows grow
and paintbrush paints
the meadow yellow,
you bring your cubs to breakfast.

The berries are ripe!
Take your time.
Red strawberries
reward the tongue
with sticky sweet jelly.

It’s a fine sunny day
to stroll with your cubs,
the sort of day
to lick your lips.
Have another berry.

(c) by David L. Harrison, all rights reserved.