Postcard Poem – These Last Days of Sugar


in these last days of sugar

preens with her dark needle

her green wings

Curling Ash leaves flutter

in a light wind

this prayer flying south


My friend Carolyn Beeley, an amazing Poet and Bard,  owns a consulting business she calls The Poet’s Way. Its all about how to live a Poetic Life. Go see what she offers:

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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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One Response to Postcard Poem – These Last Days of Sugar

  1. oh, how autumnly beautiful, your hummingbird stone!

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