Songs of
Eretz Poetry Review is pleased to present “The Universe’s Signs” by Tricia Knoll, a Songs of
Eretz Frequent Contributor and this week's Poet of the Week. A
biography of the poet may be found in the “About Our Editor & Frequent
Contributors” section.
Tricia Knoll
Old-growth forest
guideposts. Respect.
The snick of sleet
in my hair. Humility
Not full stops,
u-turns
nor soft
shoulders.
Like when stars
cast no light and
the eclipse turns
the moon orange,
a wake-up clamor:
now.
Today the squirrel
will not leave
my bird feeder. I
clap my hands
at him and his
trailing mate.
I yell as warblers
watch.
What good did I
do?
The winter sky is
clear as glass,
water frozen in
the birdbath.
Wildness decides
who owns what.
Poet’s Notes: This winter in the Pacific
Northwest has involved lots of staring out windows at the rain. My window
includes woods, a swollen stream, and a landslide bank across the stream. If
these are warning signs of climate change, I feel powerless. And, I can't even
stop the squirrel from invading the bird feeder.
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