In the face of chaos
Spring shows herself to me.
Beyond measure of my body
The length from toe to head,
width of rib to to rib
I’m just with myself.
But I can be with everything else,
stuck in the circling wind.
The weather changes and
instantaneously we become un-wintered.
Under the sunshine or in the fog: I am a lover, a writer, an editor, a cook, a humanitarian and a photographer.
April, cold, earth, Emily Dickinson, leaves, life, loss, love, poetry, quiet, sun, surrender, time, Winter, writers, writing
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Read poems by b elizabeth bell
Cat Over Clock:
Some things are more important than time … cats are one of them. Welcome to a world of photographed shadows–I invite you to a study of compassion through poetry. It is with gratitude that you might take it with you.
✨b elizabeth bell
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No one but Night, with tears on her dark face,
Watches beside me in this windy place.
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