This piece is excerpted from Notes from the Grizfork: A Year of Watching in Montana's Paradise Valley, Poems & Observations
by Marc Beaudin
This piece gives you Montana.
Thank you Marc Beaudin of
Elk River Books.
Elk River Books
by Marc Beaudin
This piece gives you Montana.
Thank you Marc Beaudin of
Elk River Books.
Elk River Books
I wake this morning to another dusting of snow on the high mountains, but down here in the valley, the day grows warm like a Michigan Indian summer – memories of youth sanctified by age. The magpies scatter as I step from my cabin and a red-shafted flicker clings to the uppermost branch of a dying willow. Later in the day, a raven holds the identical spot. So too, red gives way to black in our rivers and blood.
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