rain shadow
where the Sierra Nevada squeeze air dry
the Pacific winds climb up forested hills
as the mountains reach up to the sky
past the old Gold Rush sawmills
and the remaining giant sequoias stands
the Pacific winds climb up forested hills
high elevation makes its many demands
upon those that chose living on the granite
and the remaining giant sequoias stands
dealing now with the changing planet
the Mojave climbs the eastern slopes
upon those that chose living on the granite
the dying of pines junipers and ancient
oaks
forgetting dreams that once were ours
the Mojave climbs the eastern slopes
desert sands and wildfire scars
where the Sierra Nevada squeeze air dry
forgetting dreams that once were ours
as the mountains reach up to the sky
hike
I have wandered in forests green
invisible in a noisy sunrise
a new world only my eyes have seen
beneath all these empty skies
invisible in a noisy sunrise
birdsong echoes in the trees
beneath all these empty skies
bright coloured oh my eyes they tease
birdsong echoes in the trees
yet they do not will not sing for me
bright coloured oh my eyes they tease
their displays aren’t for me to see
yet they do not will not sing for me
it is mere enchantment that I can
their displays aren’t for me to see
I do not figure in to their plan
it is mere enchantment that I can
touch a new world my eyes have seen
I do not figure in to their plan
as I have wandered in forests green
Mark A. Fisher is a writer, poet, and playwright living in Tehachapi, CA. His poetry has appeared in: Reliquiae, Silver Blade, Young Ravens Literary Review, and many other places. His first chapbook, drifter, is available from Amazon. His poem “there are fossils” (originally published in Silver Blade) came in second in the 2020 Dwarf Stars Speculative Poetry Competition. His plays have appeared on California stages in Pine Mountain Club, Tehachapi, Bakersfield, and Hayward. He has also won cooking ribbons at the Kern County Fair.
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