A poem on listening carefully for the wisdom bestowed by land and place. (Impage: JPlenio, Pixabay) When inside walls,yes there is warmthbut also we miss deep knowing of each wind gust shape—the way it howlsin open spaces,burrowing against red canyon ravine,or finding way acrossice on frozen river;We miss feeling(in our bones)the shape of cold airwinding words like artacross landscape,a …
