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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & General Editor
Volume 6, Number 1, March 2012


Brian Zimmer
Niagara Escarpment, Ontario, Canada

Toward Solstice

It's inevitable like a cloud crossing the white fields of night.

dark moon
stars too distant
to detect
an echo from
the winter copse

The Dundas Valley can sustain a population of two-hundred-fifty deer across its craggy outcroppings, woods and waterfalls. Five hundred move like ghosts beneath its snow-laden trees. As we sleep they feed and sleep. By day it's the same. Ever-vigilant these spirits, out of sight, just beneath our gaze, resting under fragrant canopies of pine, or in the depressions of hillocks.

safe we say
and mean it
a stain
can always
be a shadow

Suburban sprawl from east to west endangers both silence and sound. How terrible is beauty become lethal. Omens abound: vehicles belching down the mountain toward dying steel mills; silent drinkers at the bottom of a frozen cataract.

in the valley
gently buries
a fallen limb



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