Author Archives: Shannon Laws

Poetry: Love Lock

II have a poemI will not throw awayby accidentor on purpose:The morning lightcuts through the treeswaking the birdsto their songLeaves stretchfor the sun,fish jump atthe dragonfly,deer’s in the meadownuzzle at the grassIIHow far will yougo for loveBefore you accept itmust you test it?Before you cradle itmust you birth it?Before you kiss itmust you grasp it?MindContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Love Lock”

Poetry: Apple Tree Orphan

“And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade. And the boy loved the tree… and the tree was happy.” -The Giving Tree by Shel ShilversteinApple Tree OrphanAmong the green majestic towersBeneath the canopy looking for sunA young tree growsDiscarded by its ownerThrown from the potConsidered waste and unfruitfulThe parents of the forestshed and sharetheirContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Apple Tree Orphan”

It’s Time for Ham

OK, true story:One holiday four generations of family are all gathered together in the youngest daughter’s new home for a rare time together. This is her first time hosting a family dinner. Her mom is helping her with the ham.  The daughter plops the large ham into its pan and asks the mom, “OK whatContinueContinue reading “It’s Time for Ham”

Poetry: Green

GreenOh, to be the type of greenthat stays green through the frost,when the ground is white andbranches are heavy with Winter’s weightBrown, red, orange,the colors of fallmost greens do faderetracting in the cold airFreezing, or the warm summers sunto be green in all seasons,fresh to the touchever holding the color of LIFE!

Book: Two Poems Pub Here!

Through the Eyes of IslandersThe Beauty of the San Juan IslandsBy The San Juan Islands Photographic Journal Second EditionIt is an honor to have my poetry amongst the work of so many wonderful island photographers.  -S.P. Laws”This beautiful eBook is filled with images by San Juan Islanders. Curated by famed National Geographic photographer David Hiser,ContinueContinue reading “Book: Two Poems Pub Here!”

Poetry: Spiders Dream

Moths fly in flocksin my dream, Spidersride their backsbinoculars at all eyes.Predator owns the meat,venom at the fangdrips down the reinsscopulas grip tight.The threat of death makes moths fly longer than they should.Heavy burden to carryeight legs more your own.Spider’s spurscan not keep the moth from a porch light.So strong that pull,positively phototactic!Oh spider, you can ride a moth and steer it some,but never can you make it NOTContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Spiders Dream”

Article: PTSD, Fight, Flight or Freeze

Fight, Flight or FrozenHave you ever been frozen? The other day I witnessed my cat having a close encounter with one of our islands red foxes.  It was interesting to watch; my heart pounded wondering if I was witnessing the end of our “Princess”.  From my perspective, atop the second story deck, it looked asContinueContinue reading “Article: PTSD, Fight, Flight or Freeze”

Poetry: Web of Glass

There is a spiders homeattached outside the top floor window of the hospital.Its home faces south west;view of the woods.The dot-like body bouncesin the wind web too transparent for me to ponder uponHow many flies does it catch on the sixth floor?Not many, not enoughBugs that hit the glassaiming for the hallway lightget tangled by deceptionWindow washer will comereclaimContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Web of Glass”