Putting Out the Sidewalk Sign & Pausing to Look at Livingston Peak

1/29
Mountain is crisp relief
from bright gray sky
slicing toward blue

2/1
Snow-white clouds flowing
past snow-white peak
A herd on the move

2/4
A gray gauze draped
over the southern sky
Mountain holds its breath

2/5
Every trace of the mountain
erased
by one full-sky cloud

2/6
Two pigeons then a crow
transect the face of the mountain
A woman turns back at the last moment

2/8
Heavy blade of cloud
shaped like a clavicle
scrapes the peak clean

2/11
Sleeping cat cloud
glowing with sunlight
curls around the highest peak

2/14
Merely a looming shadow
behind an endless gray
The mountain today

2/15
Dressed as a volcano
with ashen smoke clouds
A crow calls five times

2/18
Again this winter storm
has stolen all the mountains
held hostage with a list of impossible demands

2/20
A covering of pine trees
like a coat of bristled fur
Warming temps & water drips on my hat

2/21
The wind pulls a halo of snow
from the mountaintop
The morning sanctified

2/22
A crow dances with the wind
A cloud brushes the unruly hair
of the mountain

2/25
Trucks passing below
Clouds passing above
Stillness at the center of the mountain

2/26
In the place where rock meets sky
backlit clouds glow with something
very close to a song

2/28
Raven too distant to be sure it’s a raven
though the air is crisp enough to make out
individual trees on the mountain slope

3/4
A mom and her toddler
at the door with apologies for being early
Managed a glance & thought, “Cloud”

3/6
BBs of snow pelt my face
trying to look at the sky so
all I can see is no mountain

3/7
And just like that:
A crystal blue sky is back
The mountain now in sharp detail

3/8
The lit cloud too bright to look at
Last year’s dead leaf freed from melting snow
dances across the street

3/11
With the time change, the sun is
no longer blocked by the Elks Lodge
making me squint to look to the sky

3/12
The sun pulls the sky
into something beyond white or yellow
A new color the eye can’t really see

3/13
A large bird
blasted white by the sun
cuts the waves of also-blasted cloud

3/14
Bands of light and cloud,
dark and sky, fresh snow
on the shimmering slopes

3/18
Pulling a blanket of cloud
over its head, the mountain ignores
all calls from the new day

3/19
Pigeons white against the blue
Starlings black against the dull brick
Sun too bright to keep this up

3/20
The mountains obliterated
by snowclouds & gloom
on this first day of spring

3/21
Candlewick of cloud
at the tip of the mountain
set ablaze by the undiminished sun

© 2025 by Marc Beaudin

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Birthday Poem 2024

For the 2nd time today
regretting I didn’t change
into shorts not quite believing
it’s this hot this early

but this pint of beer gilded w/ sunlight
offers a sliver of relief just as
bloated filaments of cloud give
respite to the snow-terraced mountains

The streets flow w/ people
bobbing like winter’s flotsam released
into the eddies of a summerlike day
in early spring that has me

wearing sunglasses in place of readers
so as I write these lines
it’s impossible to go back & see
what I’ve just put down

Which is one way
to get through another year
where seasons are out of joint &
things move too quickly

to do anything but grab
some bit of floating debris &
enjoy the journey downriver
toward some final sea

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More Acclaim for These Creatures of a Day

It’s a magical feeling to have some of your absolute favorite writers blurb your work! Please click on the links on their names and check out their books. You’ll be glad you did.


“Marc Beaudin brings a practice of acute attention to our world, fueled by a poet’s diet of strong coffee, classic jazz, last call, wild huckleberries, and dreams of potato soup. The best poems in These Creatures of a Day vault over the “fear-white fence” of modern America and help us do what needs doing: wake up.”
Joseph Bednarik, editor of Jim Harrison: Complete Poems

“Marc Beaudin’s new book brought tears in two poems flat. It happened when an evocation of the Yellowstone River immersed me in so much beauty even as the light failed and wind turned frigid that, when the poet found a heart-shaped stone, opened his coat and shirt, and held the stone to his bare chest as he vowed to spend what life he has left breathing in time to his home river’s stones, I found myself on my home river doing the same. But Beaudin doesn’t summon the same emotions twice in succession. His signature move is to create narrative pull via total unpredictability, following hilarity with nature’s or culture’s rape, or deeply grounded knowledge with the blithely surreal, or laugh-out-loud stanzas with heart crushers that blindside at the same time they mesmerize. In defiance of the darkness of our time, These Creatures of a Day left me feeling that a shock of hope could smite me from any direction around life’s next blind corner.”
David James Duncan, author of The River Why, The Brothers K, and Sun House

“Relationships with all things illuminate These Creatures of a Day. Sit with this book a while. Beaudin is the rare poet, a peculiar visionary, who can extract both humility and hilarity from the everyday. In this wonder collection, he casts out a lifeline to the world.”
Debra Magpie Earling, author of Perma Red and The Lost Journals of Sacajewea

“Beaudin is a poet existing on the knife-edge of the sacred and the profane. These poems rise up out of the natural world, the wings and the sky and the brittle trees. Beaudin’s eye takes it all in, honors this world as it is, while at the same time his soul transforms it. And in that transformation he consistently finds, and offers up, a type of joy.”
Nick Flynn, author of Low: Poems, This Is the Night Our House Will Catch Fire and Another Bullshit Night in Suck City

These Creatures of a Day is a talisman against the mundane. It is a spell book for enchanting wild people, places, and beings with understanding, attention, reverence. These poems stick in the heart the way a laugh escapes the throat—energetically. Marc Beaudin’s work is as brilliant as it is important. He is one of our finest nature poets, and his writing—pure, authentic, and timely—is a call to humanity, a nod to ancestors, and a pure joy to read. Add this collection to your bedstand, your bookcase, and your backpack. Carry Beaudin along with you as a nostrum, a paper folded bird of hope for a planet seeking these songs.”
CMarie Fuhrman, author of Camped Beneath the Dam: Poems, and co-editor of Cascadia Field Guide: Art, Ecology, and Poetry and Native Voices: Indigenous Poetry, Craft, and Conversations

“In his poem ‘Depot Ghazal,’ Marc Beaudin writes, ‘If I hold this pen long enough, stare continually / out this window, eventually something’s got to give.’ Between the covers of this lyrical collection, we’ve got the proof of a hard-won exploration, the footprints of a guy who’s been to the edge and made it back more or less in one piece, the precise, closely observed reflections of a human heart, as Faulkner said, in conflict with itself. As far as I’m concerned, the more people who read this one, the better.”
Allen Morris Jones, author of Mumblecusser: and Other Poems, Last Year’s River and A Quiet Place of Violence: Hunting and Ethics in the Missouri River Breaks

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