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Daily Bliss
Bliss, ©2014. I had a daily Bliss I had a daily Bliss I half indifferent viewed Till sudden I perceived it stir — It grew as I pursuedTill when around a Height It wasted from my sight Increased beyond my utmost scope I learned to estimate. Emily Dickinson
a pretty a day
a pretty a day, ©2014.
The Rain Spoke to Me
The Rain Spoke to Me, ©2014 Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me Last night the rain spoke to me slowly, saying, what joy to come falling out of the brisk cloud, to be happy again in a new way on the earth! That’s what it said as it dropped, smelling of iron, and vanished… Continue reading The Rain Spoke to Me
Box Car Quilt
Box Car Quilt, ©2014.
Round the Bend and Through the Filaments
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Summer Morning Quilt
Summer Morning Quilt, ©2014. To see the Summer Sky To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie — True Poems flee — Emily Dickinson
Bulls eye
Poem for Girson, the Garden and the Hope of Falling in Love Again
Poem for Girson, the Garden and the Hope of Falling in Love Again, ©2014 Please click on image to expand and see in detail!
A Quilt of Glass
Glass Quilt, ©2014. Glass The song sparrow puts all his saying into one repeated song: what variations, subtleties he manages, to encompass denser meanings, I’m too coarse to catch: it’s one song, an over-reach from which all possibilities, like filaments, depend: killing, nesting, dying, sun or cloud, figure up and become song—simple, hard: removed. A.… Continue reading A Quilt of Glass