In Full Bloom It snowed today—with purpose and courage; but,that will not be my memory. The flakes huddled on wires and branches;sculpture was crafted; however,my abiding image shall be another. There on the sidewalk, passingmy left shoulder, came, I suspect,The Holy Spirit. Yellow cat eye glasses;Wool coat in olive;and a sky blue-coral bag. In full…
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Good Haunting: A Poem for Pentecost
Good Haunting: A poem for Pentecost The first time I heard her stutteringsmooth edged call from the woods,I said Thank You out loud,oddly grateful to be awake. To have the conscious knowingthat I was within her wingspan,that she was keeping deep, soft vigilover me and all that rested within me. Ethereal, yes, and good haunting.A…
Consider the Lilies 