My Mother’s Body Written by Marie Howe Bless my mother’s body, the first song of her beatingheart and her breathing, her voice, which I could dimly hear, grew louder. From inside
Winter Arrived Rising up out of the cocoon of darkness to enter this new day, air, sky and light made an announcement. Winter has arrived today. With barely a moment’s
Ode to Autumn Clouds darken as they roll west like a slow wave of the heavens. Shades of silver shift to darker charcoal in just one deep breath. Sheltered
One Can Never Be Sure Awakening to a soft glimmer casting morning light across Lake Champlain, I realize, one can never be sure, on a checkered November morning such as
Who Knows Rain knows, dogs and babies know. Oceans, rocks and clouds know. Water and tears, dirt and sweat know. Birds know. Wise people long ago knew preserving food, earth
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