Stone, Air, and Fruit
Contributed by Ean Johnson
STONE
Flooding white water
moss tops the ancient boulder
Wise patient brother
AIR
A breeze smells of Jasmine tea
The sunset unending
until the new day
FRUIT
Dried bittersweet fruit
Served up from frail branch to mouth
harvest seasons end
This collection of poems came to me in that strange way only a poem can. Almost fully formed in moments between everything else in life when I stopped and the natural peace of each moment to break through the gaps in average busy days. In Alaska, we joke that there are only two seasons, construction, and winter. But we enjoy some of the most captivating natural beauty in the USA each season. The natural beauty of Alaska has moved me to artistry in more than one medium. Remember to look up at the sky and take a deep breath.