"solnit" poems
Today only their edges show.
A feather, a foot, a flash of orange,
stirring leaves left on the big madrona,
playing hide-and-seek,
suddenly exotic.
Ruth Solnit November 2020
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 2:25 PM UTC
Pick a bird you’d like to be
Heron, eagle, hummingbird
Daring, large, fast, gaudy,
Or camouflaged,
a small brown forager
spiraling a tree.
Tending to bark and larvae.
Ruth Solnit, February 2021
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 3:43 PM UTC
Life in the smallest pond
can still give a thrill,
skating on top of
shiny beauty.
Ruth P Solnit, September 2020
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 2:04 PM UTC
If you were a fireweed
and your bright
pink petals
had fallen,
Your fluffy seeds
would still
have flights
ahead.
Ruth Solnit September 5, 2020
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 5:08 PM UTC