Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Cottonwood Wash

                                                               ... in a cleft on canyon wall 
                                     ... two baby owls
                                                                            ...  feathers rise from stone

Photograph by Jeff Barron.


  1. Deep, very deep, rich, very rich poetry this is.

    1. I cannot tell you how much that means to me. I actually experienced this poem, while sitting near a midden in front of a basketmaker's alcove in a small canyon in Utah. There they were, little balls of white feathers... Owls are wonderful beings...

    2. Yes, and many native americans would say they are potentially spirit guides. I was really impressed with the emotion that was displayed within this piece of poetry with so few words.

    3. Yes, I knew you would appreciate this from the Native American aspect. Thank you so much. Your comment means a lot to me...


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