Here is Poem of the Week, a hai-net–seven loosely connected syllabically correct haiku type poems that work something like a sonnet. It’s partly about the sources we choose to turn to for our perspectives, and how they shape what we value, love and promote–and therefore how they shape our voice. Please use your voice loud and clear in every way you can in these crucial days you have left to shape our future!

Here’s the poem’s text (and you can see more at https://thomascarykind… )

coyotes live here
where ghosts of long lost hill farms
walk their mossed stone walls

four owls screech and hoot
coyote howls and crickets
one bowl many realms

human ugliness
jets roar diesels growl and whine
erosion tree scars

thoreau muir berry
old chinese poets chose deep
nature spirit realm

barred owls call mid-day
connect across the bowl once
war jets thunder hours

two feet crunch acorns
and dry leaves on foot-worn paths
stream clearer each step

value and protect
wild and quiet lives for love
and you have my vote

10/14/24