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  February 2018 -- Lakesong

  January 2018 -- Schrödinger's Cat

  December 2017 -- Daybreak

  October 2017 -- Night Watch

  September 2017 -- The Princess

  August 2017 - Pelham

  July 2017 --  Siena

  June 2017 -- Loyal, Straight, and True

  May 2017 --  A Thousand Flowers

  April 2017 -- Oboe Rap

  March 2017 - March Madness

  February 2017 -- The Cost of Doing Business

  January 2017 -- Reflection at a Winter Window

  December 2016 -- The Creation

  November 2016 -- Hemolymph Moon

  October 2016 -- Vortex

  September 2016 -- Do You?

  August 2016 -- Sailing
  July 2016 --  Mulberries
  June 2016 -- Off Tucker Point
  May 2016 -- Unforgettable
  April 2016 -- At Night She Cries

Poem of the Month

                                        

                                      Flight


  The last time I saw you, I can’t recall.
  You were always there, then you weren’t
  For a day.  For a week.  Forever.
  Did you follow the sun and forget to return,
  Or lose your way over stormy seas?
  Did you find a home in a gentler place,
  Greeting a softer morning with your song.
  Are you happy and safe?  If so, I rejoice.
  (You, so small and tentative,
  Aloft in a callous world.)
  Still, I bring you offerings every day,
  Watch, not hopeless,
  And regret only
  That I never said goodbye.

  Lee Alloway 2018
 

March 2018


Not content to come in like a lion, March came roaring is like an entire pride of lions hopped up on caffeine and fermented mangos!  I watched a bald eagle flying backward over the lake.  His wing beats were no match for winds gusting over 60-miles per hour, and his efforts to fish among the white caps were not rewarded.  Even the deer who appear in our yard dependably kept hunkered down in the brush for two days.  Tomorrow I’ll clean up debris, fill the bird feeders and await the return of the many 1-ounce wonders that somehow survived the storm.   For now, I'll offer this belated Poem of the Month: Flight.


Where Old Fliers Come to Roost

Each month Ancient Eagle Press offers a poem appropriate to the season or the mood of our editorial staff.   Poems may be new or drawn from existing AEP editions.