In Memory of Abbey Skye
October 18, 2003 – July 21, 2016
Abbey Skye, Pembroke Welsh Corgi
Her bright spirit accompanies us.
This morning, the day after Summer Solstice
you called tok tok tok
as you flew overhead in greeting
black archival wings glossy with violet….
Please see full poem: Gwendolyn Morgan, “Corvidae Gratitude,” Written River: Journal of Eco-Poetics, Hiraeth Press, no. 10 (2016): 72.
Ode to the Barred Owl
Who comes swooping through
over the brambles, thickets
of indigenous blackberries,
sword ferns, feral zucchini, trillium….
(poem forthcoming in Western Red Cedar)
Autumn window no. 3: Vulpes fulva, Key of Bflat
She walks along the edges of music
star-lit before the fog rises from the river
Her black paws are quarter notes
black-tipped tail, white belly diurnal
We see her in the early morning
in the meadow where the Great Horned Owl flies.
Douglas Fir above, blackberry thicket below
Look! She is the color of vine maple leaves
warning symbols on a topographical map
danger! Fire danger high global warming
when we have forgotten the lyrics
the pendulous nest, woven tightly of plant fibers,
our relations. She slips through the grove of Hazelnut
like the mists over Salmon Creek.
She remembers the Sumac, the runes of trees,
voices of Spotted Towhee.
– Gwendolyn Morgan
Crow Feathers, Red Ochre, Green Tea
Danvers,MA: Hiraeth Press, 2013. 4
We welcome the arrival of Spring with Great Blue Heron fishing along Salmon Creek.
We watch the female as she weaves marsh grasses, Douglas fir needles, moss, and small twigs for her nest. Although we see herons nearly every day, we catch our breath as they wade in the water in the morning mists, and catch fish and frogs throughout these unusually sunny Spring days.
Although Imbolc, also known as St. Brigid’s Day, celebrates the arrival of longer, warmer, days, it is only now when we begin to feel the balance of the season at this time in the turning of the wheel of the year. Spring Equinox is sacred to dawn, the morning star, and resurrection. Eostre, the Saxon goddess (from whose name we get the direction East and the holiday Easter) is a morning goddess. Just as the dawn is the time of new light, so the Vernal Equinox is the time of new life and new beginnings. We celebrate each breath, each day, each poem.
With gratitude to the editors of Written River, for inclusion in the latest issue of Written River.
Check out the new site for this Journal of Eco-Poetics:
Winter Solstice, we celebrate the returning of the light….
The Magic of the Season
If you are to learn something of this day
learn about magic:
how it is real…
— Jamie K. Reaser
from Winter: Reflections by Snowlight
(Hiraeth Press, 2014)
Halloween/Samhain 31 October 2014 Celtic New Year
Sun in Scorpio. Moon in Capricorn, edgy lunar squares to Uranus and Mercury.
Cross quarter between Autumn Equinox and Winter Solstice — from now until Spring Equinox, the nights are longer than the days. Samhain brings the gifts of reflection and renewal. As the cold wind and misty rains wrap around us, so our souls are led to reflective depths. Around the world, this time is traditionally associated with the remembrance of our ancestors, with the coming of death and the beginning of new life. The veils are thin between the worlds.
With gratitude for all those sentient beings who bring us gifts, this season we give thanks for the winged ones as we celebrate the release of a new anthology:
Winged: New Writing on Bees
Summer brings the longest days of the year and much golden light and gratitude. Gratitude enkindles a grateful heart, and a grateful heart illuminates the space around it. With gratitude to: Hiraeth Press, Cover to Cover Bookstore for a poetry reading in February, Judy for Native American Flute accompaniment with my reading, Cascadia for a book signing slot at the AWP conference, the First Unitarian Church 2014 Fine Arts Show where this painting was first displayed, the Afterlife Conference this past week, and for all those who support us on our journey.