Kelly Salasin

Category: on Nature

  • Frost’s Work

    I look past the garden’s destruction to the Autumn’s colors parading up my road bright reds and fiery oranges calling Look up!  Look up! I want to look down, Mourning the passing of summer but the colors clamor Look up! Look up! Gifts are on the horizon Autumn’s turning in Is the medicine I need…

  • Last Rays of Summer

    the breeze punctuates the thanks we whisper to the sun water drips from my lips to my breasts in summer’s heat you have to kneel at the shore to hear the melody of the water lapping no need for a fire while the sun’s light dances upon the pond kelly salasin South Pond September 21,…