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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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. …