- Michael Felix
Michael Felix: three poems
The Ravens Know
The ravens know
When the year
Has turned
North winds
Come ripping down
Flighty birds
Of summer
Gone
Eagles hang
On that wind
High over
The lake
Fish on their minds
Moving is
On mine
Doesn't matter where
Just go
The ravens know
—Michael Felix
Where the Lilacs Grow
The dead speak in riddles
From the lip of the grave
Of the things they’ve seen
Across the river
Where the lilacs grow
—Michael Felix
Coteau des Prairies
March winds flow around grey hills
The silence moves from
Place to place
In an interesting way
All of the dead grasses
Bend the same way
Pointing somewhere
Clean round lines
Clean round hills
Flat horizon line
I should leave
I would leave
If only I knew why I came
—Michael Felix