by heather | Feb 4, 2012 | Poems
You can turn your back on the sunrise and still it grows, so that with each burden you lift, not watching, it will flush more pink into the sky. And every time you return to the east, staggering, to the place where you set your burden down, the sky has painted a...
by heather | Feb 4, 2012 | Poems
This net, strung in the cold heights, alone before dawn on the mountain, just sits. Or stands or waves in the breeze, defined by its limitations, supported by deep branches extending into earth. Immersed in cold damp cloud, it does nothing; no subtle invitation, no...
by heather | Oct 2, 2011 | Poems
If you turn off the lights, present in darkness, there is a time before morning when the cold fingers of moonlight have released their trailing grasp and the sky tingles with uncertainty. A time when sky suffers in bruised patches of grey, discernible areas of...
by heather | Oct 2, 2011 | Poems
And the gift of this tree outside the nurturing window brings me to the now in a way that touches on both yesterday and tomorrow its lush dancing at the end of summer deep green with just a hint of dry, the wind blowing a frenzy of joy and its thusness includes the...
by heather | Apr 25, 2011 | Poems
Grumbling toward enlightenment, there is movement in this whine; it is not as loud as yesterday, not screeching down my spine. I’m making room for silence, for the buzzing flies to still but they make insistent music on my nearby windowsill. They are trapped and...
by heather | Apr 25, 2011 | Poems
This radiant glow, active serenity pouring from her pores, stimulating bright responses from the yearning room … this lined reflection, furrowed brow working too hard to distil understanding from a wearying world …this slack-jawed snore, a pattern of...
