Nature poems

by Minnie Bruce Pratt

"...pain running like water through the glittering room."

~ All the Women Caught in Flaring Light

"A huge sound waits, bound in the ice,

in the icicle roots, in the buds of snow...."

~ Justice, Come Down

"He listens as they argue
 back and forth, their dialect of nature..."

~Learning To Talk

"She bows her wings and slowly lifts into flight..."

~The Sound of One Fork