Monthly Archives: September 2012

I visited her grave yesterday, a brown rectangular mound, stoneless and new. She was in the damp, cooling wind and the sway of the old tree’s leaves, the gathering dusk and blanket of clouds moving north above my head. Just … Continue reading →

  I can’t quite pen the autumn-turning trees the hawk that called heaven-hear-me-I-am-soaring as it sailed above my head. Tears filled my eyes at the glory of it all, the gentle work of my heart, from looking back and forth … Continue reading →

Broken open she says, I see you. These tears run quiet and again I am nowhere, waiting for the knowing to bloom, an ornament in my hands in the doing that must finally come to pass, a matter I have … Continue reading →