Sipping Milkweed

perfume on the wind


brilliant Fritillary

sipping Milkweed



About wrensong

I am a poet who collects stones. I am a wanderer of creek beds and forests, canyons and high desert who, coming home, sometimes finds words to tell the story. I am a companion with others in the search for Deep, Wild Soul. I shape containers in time and space for others to come together to write, to tell their stories, to hold each other in the telling. I am a grandmother and the companion of a cat named Alaya. I often travel out into open country with a man who calls himself Dunewalker who has hung his hammock in my heart.
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2 Responses to Sipping Milkweed

  1. wrensong says:

    Teri, busy as you are, you are one of the best at leaving encouraging comments for people. I am always grateful for your responses.

  2. Teri says:

    I wish I could remember to visit here more often- I am not uncollected- but I am very busy… maybe this autumn things will slow enough for me to find more moments and small stones. This is lovely. xo teri

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