A Moment

By on Sep 12, 2011 in Poetry

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a hover of crows
over mossy horizon,
small against the underbelly
of a skywide dove.

the bay so still.
hills soft as deer.
beyond their chert flanks
a few rufous flecks
of cranberry.

and always the spruce,
those scepters
comprising scepters,
lithe in the wind,

with their great green wings,
beyond the curve
of the Earth.


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Chris Crittenden teaches environmental ethics at the University of Maine and does much of his writing in a hut in a spruce forest. Some recent acceptances are from: Centrifugal Eye, Rose & Thorn, Ex Cathedra and The Medulla Review. He blogs as Owl Who Laughs.