Poems & Play

Silence of the North Coast

Cloaked in fog and age, 
even redwoods can burn
in their cathedrals 

Be silent on the North Coast,
whisper to redwood trees
with fibrous and gnarled bark.

A chipmunk skittering
tacktacktack
along the hollow body
of a fallen giant

The hiss of a broken wave
receding through stones,
sloshing, bursting through tide pools

The grumble of the ocean
as a child trudges through sand
and taunts the waves, 
shrieks, runs. 

Be silent on the North Coast.

Even redwoods burn.

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