when i woke this morning
the ground lay thick with leaves

a life incredible, vivid, excellent.
when i woke this morning
the ground lay thick with leaves
a sparkle in the morning sun —
Read Moreeverything that begins must finish
nor would i wish it to continue
dear those these days have been
gold-bleached grasses bend
in the wind while ice frosts
the slender fingers of every
black-barked tree
emily, i am tired —
emily, what shall i write?
golden hour has warmed
the brown of dry leaves
to bronze
awake, my soul
Read Morewhat did You look like
Son of God?
I have only seen the surface
Read Morecome let me wear you!
cried the little rusty tam