Maple It seems to me that theNine-arm double-trunkMaple outside my windowLoves the snow Appreciates the stingOf its honest coldRespects the refreshingHand-holding flakes spreadOver its bark like a cardigan The tree is a displayOf humility – the night sky’sGifts received
Category: On Writing
Do You Know How Many Socks?
Do you know how many socks I walk by? There’s one in the hallwayhalf-full of someone’s ghost footcurled in an awkward twist against the air return grate. Another, thinned from beinggripped and stretched between the dog’s teeth, lays like a jazzsinger over a piano, except the piano in this case is a dog bonepurple and orange, seconded constantly by… Continue reading Do You Know How Many Socks?
An Order of Things
Physical attention – yoga, stretching, cardio.Write one poem a day. Share it on this blog. Breathe. Keep breathing.Surrender. Trust.Let go.Give love. Give so.much.love. January 1, 2021 This new year doesn't feel new. Doesn't feel different than yesterday or the day before. Doesn't feel like a cooper's hawk has taken flight and is pulling away in… Continue reading An Order of Things
VANESSA SHIELDS 