Choosing Judah from Genesis 49 by Mary Harwell Sayler No matter how you brace yourself, your father’s death moves toward you like a sirocco, steering dust and famine. What do you want stirred before he dies? A word of love? Respect? Or at last, just an acknowledgement that, yes, you lived. How quickly time has passed! As you gather … [Read more...]
Soon Eggs
Soon Eggs by DiVoran Lites The flutter of cardinal Wings, on a soft morning. A tu-tu-tu mating call. Red bird bringing seed to wife. … [Read more...]
It’s April~Word Pictures
It’s April by DiVoran Lites But we still have poinsettias, One from 2011 One from 2012 Three from 2013 Some scrawny—all still scarlet, crimson, glowing RED. … [Read more...]
Dry Humor of a Poet
Dry Humor of a Poet by Mary Harwell Sayler I’m allergic to dust. Dust surrounds me. I am made of dust, and to dust I shall return. Already, dust begins to cover me. On myself, I now can write almost anywhere. © 2012, Mary Harwell Sayler from Living in the Nature Poem, published by Hiraeth Press … [Read more...]
