my thoughts fell silently,
quietly–
in a soft, early morning hush
Falling
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Breaking
winter strips everything down, reduces and refines —
the silhouette, the shadow, a breaking dawn, a fading dusk,
the whisper and the howl
Excerpt
Once she’s locked the attic door behind her she feels a sense of release, a crack of light in the darkness. What is the name for what she’s feeling?
She wishes it were liberation.
from The Age of Light, by Whitney Scharer, 2019
Dream Variation
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Dream Variation by Langston Hughes, from The Weary Blues published in 1926
Change
change is never easy
but always inevitable–
often necessary,
life-sustaining,
hopeful,
paramount
Another Day
the trees flowered and then stopped flowering,
the sun still rises and rains on everything–
another day after all
On a walk
on a walk,
I take a camera and shoot pink petals
and tiny buds through an old iron fence,
my mind blank,
and somnambulant
forgetting
I forget everything, and yet at the same time, I forget nothing
A morning in May
on a morning in May: tiny pellets of snow falling on tender grass and purple violets
Right Now
right now: is it that everything matters, or is it that nothing matters?
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