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Winter

Rib to Rib

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... Continue Reading →

Where is Winter?

Dear April, This is it. when you're gone, you're gone. I can not take time by the hand and lead it wherever I want. I can not dance with it-- a two-step, a waltz. If we did dance Time would... Continue Reading →

Often

Sometimes I don't take things in I just let them settle over like cold, wet rain into wool the smell finds your nose and doesn't leave even if you aren't breathing Sometimes I don't see small things I stumble in... Continue Reading →

Seasons

When it was still October a sad time to wait, I held your hands in mine with bated breath and wept. Left pieces of myself with you, in your snow covered lashes, with your spinning arms in the leaves, leaves... Continue Reading →

April whispers that she is still winter…

Hello, This writing blog was born on April 11th, 2011. (Not long after my heart sprung forth with appreciation, respect and care for the man who will today become my husband.) From the time of its birth until today, I... Continue Reading →

Going Out West

Being grateful about their move Is a coin that bares guilt on the other side I can really see the sun today, bright Clear. April's cry "Make-no-mistake I am still Winter! In the north the icy, icy wind chills straight... Continue Reading →

Water and Copper

Remember yourself Water guides you Has this power to rock You into your soul A river, an ocean Your bath A pathway to your fingerprints Quietly breathing your own smell Towers of books A bright light, the wind The high... Continue Reading →

Common

Two minutes and ten and thirty Out in the world the snow falls Blankets a place that's not mine Moment to moment, time ticking Loses not a second We're propelled into futures One street, long adapting Cars above and earth... Continue Reading →

Small movement

Facing east The color of the crowd was Red holiday We wore the same shoes Only a few strands of your hair moved When you changed your mind to See the setting sun As she shone with pride in November

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