Primordial turn of Earth.
Solstice.
Solitude with stone.
Light rises, then sets below the south ridge.
Cold lingers in hidden parts of the valley.
Fleeting moments of midday warmth.
Clap hands to awaken one’s ears to this season’s voice.
This aliveness.
This.
Deer nibble the ground.
Squirrels and Stellar’s jays scold us for no apparent reason.
All creatures listen
for enlightenment.
Snow covers the world, and deepens.
Coyote trots over memories of buried trails.
Glaciers deepen on the north side of mountains.
Icicles click in the breeze.
from Canticle of the Sierra Nevada
An elegant portrayal of retreat, renewal and return to life with an increased respect for one of the nation’s most revered natural sites. – Kirkus Review
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- Mark Liebenow
- Mark Liebenow writes about nature, prostate cancer, grief, and the wisdom of fools. The author of four books, his essays, poems, and reviews have been published in over 40 journals, including in the Huffington Post and Colorado Review. He has won the River Teeth Nonfiction Book Award, the Chautauqua and Literal Latte’s essay prizes, and the Sipple Poetry Award. His work has been nominated for two Pushcart Prizes and named a notable by Best American Essays. His account of hiking in Yosemite to deal with his wife’s death, Mountains of Light, was published by the University of Nebraska Press. M.A. M.Div. http://www.markliebenow.com
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