The following poem continues a series featuring area writers who celebrate the outdoors with poetry. The series debuted in Outdoors on Aug. 31, organized and introduced by Tod Marshal, Washington’s poet laureate.
By Nance Van Winckel
I could not resist it.
It could not endure me.
Had my treks along its edge
not hung so hard to the last
and best of its damp,
I might have slipped out
through a warm red mud—
same as I’d come in.
Nance Van Winckel is the author of eight books of poetry, most recently “Our Foreigner,” winner of the Pacific Coast Poetry Series Prize.
Larch Needles Dancing
Author’s title: “Gold Larch Needles Are Dancing In A Cold October Wind”
By Terry Lawhead
Gold larch needles are dancing in a cold October wind.
The river runs low and clear over white boulders
Dropped by ice thousands of years past.
Everyone is hard at work elsewhere,
Ducks float on the water here.
I could walk to Yukon and be better off for the hardships
Than succeeding at any goal.
A window in a small room in the mansion of my heart has opened.
Terry Lawhead works in community and economic development for rural Washington; he was a logger, rancher, farmer and farrier.