Elements etch soils,
mother nature reflects, the moon glows,
the natural forces of Chinook winds and innuendos,
the rest above stand to weather storms and shelter the delicate sea.
It is that within the mulch of the living,
that people of our lands stand and conquest, they are seconded.
It is within the space of the light,
that vision appears to move shadows into distorted,
the contrast is oft’ movement against measure,
thereby a connotation of the self.
The modern way of living is industrial,
as algae trails along the sky’s shoreline;
magnetic blues, prismatic greens~ shadows rise from below,
permafrost is annihilated, everything is moving too fast,
too soon, too intermittent.
The garden raised vegetables take center stage,
where the allotted mixture is purified for mouths to feed,
ancient spices decide our mood, and, our mantra.
It is a spicy day, where midnight sun appears
and magic reveals itself in morning light,
the game has become a warrior’s quest,
where nothing is devised.
Anna Rozwadowska 2020