top of page
johnbragstad.com
In a freeway world—
still quiet places
known to the solitudes
"He found me. This single chickadee perched outside my second story window.
Reminder the bird feeder had gone dry—insistence
on the wing."
—from Who's Watching Whoo?
North Shore Reflections
Northwoods wilderness poetry for quiet nights.
A restful companion at
the end of a long
and busy day.
From Who's Watching Whoo?
"Oh world! How rich that we can squander our sight on the road ahead when the shindig carries on beneath our feet." —Wild Flowers
"They occupy the low places, longed for as the first announcement of spring. Broadcasters of a new life
in a weary and forlorn world."
—Merry Gold
bottom of page