There,mother tree’swinter branches,her bare desolationin brisk air. She, a reminderof strengthin hard times, neitherafraid or ashamedof her raw nature. Her branches aren’t coiled around her trunk;they remain opento let death fly awaywith ease. As the last dry leaf shivers,she allows the wind to takelast year’s resolve. Soon enough,a bird comes to restin her unfurled arms,a feathered heartbeatgrasping at stark vulnerability. She reminds mewhat I need to hear this day:unadorned beautyis needed in the world.New life is around the corner. I am not alone. ONLINE BOOK CLUB ANNOUNCEMENT! Beautiful Women: From the very comfort of your own home, you are invited…
A poem about welcoming the foreign within ourselves and the environments we spend time in.
This is one of my rewritings of the creation story. Using imagination and what I believe to create something new.
A recent walk has me considering how my choices impact the earth.
A poem about dissolving our layers to celebrate our layers… pairs with the work I do with Intentional Creativity.