Moose Stand Poetry

I’ve been inspired by one of my favorite authors (Wendell Berry) to take up an old hobby of poetry writing again. Poetry can be a useful way to process complex feelings and thoughts, celebrate life or encapsulate memories. My poetry tends to be one part Robert Service, one part Wendell Berry and one part northern wannabe-cowboy poetry. This is one that I wrote while sitting in my moose stand, watching a sunset fight with a raincloud, giving birth to a rainbow over the Chilkat River. I hope you enjoy it!

Autumnal hills in dappled light

Creation chills on borders of night

Winter seeps upon the land

As trees cast off their crowns

Witnessed by waters the season descends

Curtailing the travels of feathers and fins

Soon will the ursine return to their dens

Yet watching remain I

Tracks on the banks, these records of time

These records of days without rain

These records of moose evading my gaze

Evading my freezer again

Yet I will wait with a patience and hope

Attuned to both beauty and sound

In joy I will gaze at the Maker’s good works

In this sabbath my roots seek deep ground