Short Chinook Poems

A
chinook
silently
melts the lying
snow...

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We’ve called it names – 
Sirocco, Easterly, Chinook.
We’ve called it names
to match its devastating games.
Del Rio! how the tent-frame shook 
as, twirled on a Tornado’s hook,
we called its names....

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TWO FOR FEBRUARY

i’m crossing fingers
mild february thus far
blue skies    atlas smiles

blue bird on the wing
color against winter’s nap
harbinger of spring

Dave Austin

*inspired by “Chinook” – forgot the author...

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Ilchee, the "Moon Girl".
She paddled her own canoe ~
Bronze gaze, heart of steel.



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We fished close to where he supposedly drowned.
Tossing lures into the black heart of the bay.
Tring to fool coho and chinook but only attracting a soul.

The sun retreated as old fishermen must do.
Orange lanterns glowing rising to the chalk heart of dusk....

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So, this is where butterflies go to die.
Atop this burning ochre beach,
Amidst the palomino stones
party streamers and chinook bones.
Chrysalis flutes swaying
beyond dunes, blue and gray
under a plush velvet shroud.
They fold their powdery dreams.
Awaiting the pallbearer tide 
toting emerald caskets, silver lined....

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Two rivers flowing; one is warm and pleasant like a chinook wind,
While the other is cold and swift and boulders roll with the current.
One we shall call the river of love, and the other, we shall call it the
River of discontent.... And since no one has ever returned to confirm
Or deny which one flows into paradise, we can only wonder,...
Until we test our faith....

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No lies to the heart she says only 
ties will do to the lonely, To
make a union of two hearts that makes 
a reunion of a feeling called love.

So lets rejoice and throw 
the doves to the wind 
and look to the pictures in the sky.

Now we can kick off our shoe's 
and take off our golden wings 
and send off in a chinook wind.

so now you can tell 
no lies as we are tied 
into one,Our reunion has just begun...

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Chinook winds whisper softly
as lover's breath in spring
promises of wanton lust
desires of passion bring.

Summer winds brush rosy cheeks,
his hands smooth tousled hair.
Rapturous murmurs in the night-
her perfume lingers there.

Autumn winds blow dry leaves
fulfilling nature's need,
amassing beds on forest floor,
accepting fruitful seed.

But beware, the winds of winter
blow harsh and bitter cold,
tearing at the heart and soul
as countless tears unfold....

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When the final Autumn leaf spirals to the ground,
and a warm Chinook breeze is no longer found.
Bears retreat to their seasonal slumber,
as snowflakes approach in abundant numbers.
Mother Nature steps down from her post.
As old man Winter prepares as new host.
A starving North wind arrives in his horseless carriage,
preparing to join hearts with the Earth in marriage.
Thus for many eve's they shall bind in wedlock.
Till Spring rises from the shadows to create a new flock....

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