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- A Gathering - thirdwednesdaymagazine. org
itter cold His cabin’s in a forest of poplars, pines, birches, oaks, and maples Some trees are always weakening, hollowing out, or too old to bend to fierce winds o f the lake Larry’s a scavenger, a vulture for f llen trees After a windstorm, he snif s them out Then he’s out there with his chain saw making sure nothing’s blocki
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He has spent most of his life on the edge of Allegheny National Forest where he found both solace and inspiration He now resides in the North Cascades of western Washington and has traded the Allegheny River for the Skagit
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He has spent most of his life on the edge of Allegheny National Forest where he found both solace and inspiration He now resides in the North Cascades of western Washington and has traded the Allegheny River for the Skagit
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tly on the rising slope The tree blends with beach elder and sea oats, mingles with dwarf fountain grass to become the dune’s spine, its f agile hold on integrity Grown from the deep emerald energy of the forest the tree shines as the graced Joanne Durham Kure Beach, North Carolina
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in autumn tunnels filled with the forest scent A fire burns hot banked with sand against cottonwood roots bleached by the sun, the night becoming so clear each star moves across the Mississippi by itself A last cup of tea; a mouse nibbling half a pecan— its little crunchy face
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And, even later that month, they drove to the forest preserve with lawn chairs to catch a late afternoon symphony Nothing happened Nothing at all …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
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My kitchen’s a rain forest, the roof of my mouth-cave darkens As I cook, I enter under dripping trees and forage for shitake among leaves rotting under slow rain
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And, even later that month, they drove to the forest preserve with lawn chairs to catch a late afternoon symphony Nothing happened Nothing at all …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
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