The Christmas Gift
Now milking’s just an awful chore, it happens twice a day; no matter what you want to do, it’s always in the way. And every day at 4 AM, dad roused me from my bed …
Tag: love
canvas on a warping frame
I didn’t know oil could crack. But new fissures open in sunflowers, gladiolas, the black and grey of the background. You smeared a soft white in the vase. It shines under leafy shadows– small, warm, …
Autumn is You Now
Autumn is you now; golden-brown leaves in trees have taken the shape of your hair, and wiry, worn trunks; your stance. I hear your voice in the whispering winds of sunny days and the crackling …
the deepest blue of you
for awhile i lingered in a silence, this place where light no longer differentiated between the shadows cast ~ bev smith yet, with calloused hands you reached inside your heart and pulled out sky. …
Let It Begin
Let the children awake to the touch of sun and shadow. Let them sense the nearness of honest-to-goodness healing, and reach out for the Being who loved them into birth. Let the grownups awake from …
Holding Out My Hand
Dawn breaks in weary solitude, with remnants of exhausted beauty shattered and scattered. Defeat lay evident like a threadbare prayer rug, ripe for uncaring soles to blindly insult. Although solemn day bears witness to wounds, …
Pot Luck
The paralyzing fear called doubt seeps in through every hollow place, fighting fragility, I slide backward; losing my grip, focus fading- procrastination lurking there like a familiar old friend for dinner. the beady-eyed face of …
On Love (Gibran)
from “The Prophet” by Kahlil Gibran, 1923 When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among …