Monthly Archives: March 2011

Something Like Snow

“make a poem that does not disturb the silence from which it came.” -Wendell Berry-   In a hospital a long way off, a girl I’ve never met is caught in nets of anger. Here, something like snow falls thru … Continue reading

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Between Snow and Flowers

dogwood one Tuesday morning between snow and flowers -wrensong

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Sometimes Moments

A flash of red pauses against the snow-filled hedge, Some moments pass too radiant and quick to catch with anything but the heart’s eye.   The cardinal paused only a moment, turned with his bright dark eyes, looked at me … Continue reading

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Saying Grace

grace before the snow before the dark cup of earth the taste of sun I didn’t see it at first, the tiny sprout peeking up under the daffodils sunny gaze. The green shoot in the dark soil surrounded by the … Continue reading

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Like a Hand Opening and Closing

my heart trembles like a small hand opening and closing around these tender blossoms Over the garage roof, passed the corner of the house, beyond the big pine, nearly hidden by leafing branches is the blaze of pink from the … Continue reading

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Claws of the Goddess

Green fingers of the rousing hosta emerge from each purple sheath… claws of some underworld goddess. -wrensong

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On the Obedience of Stones

Feel how these flat field stones settle so trustingly into my hands. Days now they haven’t moved from the path I set them in over the grass.

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I Heard the Mockingbird

Last night, in the first hours of spring, I heard the mockingbird singing between dreams as the fat moon, one night passed full, sailed silent as ever through the old sky, the two of us listening. -wrensong

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