I believe that we all have stories and that our lives are poems we live every day. Our stories don’t have to be grand and glorious or broad and sweeping. They can be small and soft and ordinary.
Tag: poems
Ode to April:you arrive with thunder and windand then settle yourselfacross the landwith pink and…
We all make of our lives what we can,the bumps and hurdles,the ragged places and…
Today, I sought the pinesand stonesonce more.Descending into the steep gullyto look for sweet watereasing…
The turning of the seasonal wheelis a feast for the senses,sometimes it seemsall I’ve doneis…
Here, we are invitedto tend to the heart of things,invited to deepen and renew,invited to…
Today, I gathered five candles,some sea saltin a small dark cauldron,a lighter in a starry…
I didn’t just stopto smell the lilacsI sang to them toopraising their beautyas I pressed…
ListenI tell of the ephemeraland fleetingthe persistentrenewal of beauty,the wild enchantmentyou feel whisperingthrough your veins,the…
Our hope may be bold and ferocious,sharp teeth and determination.It may be coiled and small,barely…