It’s hard to believe Kate died in 1986, a quarter-century ago. Time spins past us these days, helter-skelter. But one of the sweet miracles of my lifetime is the way Kate’s family and fellow musicians have kept her music and her voice so intimately alive. http://www.katewolf.com/ It wouldn’t be in the least surprising, one of these sunny mornings, to spot Kate tromping across our front yard, guitar in hand, to ask if we had time to hear a brand-new song.
This poem has a bit of history, and a smidge of honor. In 1998, Roys Redwoods was the site of a 25th anniversary gathering celebrating the founding of the Marin County Open Space District. Poet Laureate Bob Hass read, and so did local poet and publisher Greg Darms. I was out of town, so it was several weeks before I heard, quite by accident, that Greg had chosen my poem, “Kate’s Hawk,” as the poem he read in that bright and shadowed grove of redwoods.