Four windows float
the bed, light outside
and some in.
Ground opals, bounced
off snow, that
four month guest.
The moon is almost
full, curtained behind
Later, when the woods
there will be fireflies.
where we live on hope, hugs, and pie
Go real or go home. Authentic, sarcastic and sometimes sappy life commentary from a working mom of 2.
A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
Musings of a part time pastor of two tiny churches in Vermont
Thoughts on and off the trail of Life.
- A Quarry House Blog
Poetry. Photography. Thoughts
life's wHeirdness and wonder
A great WordPress.com site
One Southern Girl's Life in Vermont
Finding My Voice
poetry & essays
Exploring Nature in New Hampshire
Life on the farm...life in general.
Life and death and sleeping on the ground