It’s Friday, People
It’s Friday, people, but Sunday’s comin’. Woke up in a haze, or a haz-mat suit made of twisted flannel sheets, …
Tag: Susanne Donoghue
Ancient Shepherds
My mountain neighbors loom steeply up from our valley, rugged and still. They do not snore as they sleep there, …
Loud Silence
Trills and tremolos, chirps and warbles echo in the trees I see with closed eyes. Wind flirts with my ears …
It’s Hard to Explain
Ants will visit every feast.If the potato salad has mustard and sweet pickles,I can put up with crawlers.And if I …
Darkness
I love the light, but also when it goes to hide. The day’s too short for me to finish every …
No Harm Done or No Harm Seen
I mean no harm, truly. But trees are cut down, shredded, so I may buy toilet paper. When I discard …
Floating Among the Stars
Well-loved night cradles each sun, rocks all beings in universal sleep. The all-pervading “I” sings of puissance and care, soft …
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 …