rain and drought am i sunlit vale and shadowed glen all and none collide
Originally posted on Laura Kauffman:
Watch: it always comes right when you expect it least. The light slants, enchants; your spirit, wakening, hums and rouses the sleeping beast.
This poem was born as a note roughly scribbled in a notebook. I wrote it from deep in the Black Hills of South Dakota, as I drank coffee on the porch and marveled at how loud the silence was. i close the door and exhale
In the monotony of our snowy February, I received a poetry prompt: write about first love. In spite of the looming holiday, I was quite unsentimental. Until, that is, I watched the birds outside my dining room window, who sacrificed themselves for the chance of wild flight. Here is a eulogy for the wild winged… Read More
The mist only stays On the pond for a minute. We didn’t miss it. *title credit to a sentence I found carved in a tree at Fontenelle Forest in the plains of Nebraska
The trees are changing; Some straight to death, brown and frail, Jealous of the gold.