Poems by Ron. Lavalette

Archives: by Issue | by Author Name

Landscape Triptych

by Ron. Lavalette

From Canary Winter 2014-15

Ron. lives in Vermont’s very northeastern corner, where the rivers flow north. The Barton River runs through his home town, joins with the Willoughby and empties into beautiful Lake Memphremagog.


Wheeled glossy-wing'd and black
Corvus Cornix, Corvus Corax
to Home in golden Tamarack
this cold day in space & sad
when the sun goes down these hills

Merge here wood & water
inland, hillbound streams
dreaming driftwood beaches
along the forested seaboard;
merge green & grey the conifer
and elm stands, gazing, down
where fine white waterlace
fans flat rockface & falls

Melancholy in this mist land
The Raven and The Crow


Two days back in Time
Birds, massing:

Put wing to Northland air you riveted,
strung out & Against the sky:
pull Winter in behind you

Like a vacuum:
going, and nowhere.
Somewhere trees reach, waiting.

Cornfields standing, left, amazed—
frost light'ning stalks & leaves
(where air has touched with ice
the leathered scarecrow's fame)
the stillness of the moment

Flight Flight


Pinpoint: the Northern Star a sky away:
Winter on these hills

Where the eye looks
upward, nothing moves—
above the landscape
nothing is moving through
still air

Bare these treelimbs in extreme
starlight, frostbitten in air.
What sun there is
is cold

Still this greatcoated space
under white inches of muffle

Empty these skies

Part 1 was previously published in New Works Review.

© 2018 Hippocket Press | ISSN 2574-0016 | Site by Winter Street Design