"I am a writer who came out of a sheltered life. A sheltered life can be a daring life as well. For all serious daring starts from within." {Eudora Welty}

Kindled Night

The preacher’s son stands

in the shadow of the steeple, watching

starry lights

roll into wind,

cascade down violet hills.

He envies the old bare oak for

its tall limbs

that prod the sky,

the swirling stardust

which paints the dusk.

The pulsating,

throbbing moon

spins at a distance

in the periwinkle blue,

a February’s night.

Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
like a snowflake falling on water. Below us,
some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death,
snaps on his yard light, drawing his sheds and barn
back into the little system of his care.
All night, the cities, like shimmering novas,
tug with bright streets at lonely lights like his.

Flying at Night by Ted Kooser

home in winter

nickyvanderwatt:

a little row
of tiny prints
left by my darling
in the ice-frosted grass

away from city
sounds and warmth
snow has settled in deep
covering all in sparkling embrace

to be home
to hide from cold
roasting and stirring
as is tradition, together 

An oak tree on the hill

thecrowsingstoo:

My arms are fragile branches 
Hostage to the wind, my memories
Encased in amber, bark covering my skin. 
My arms are always reaching, yet I am subdued,
This quiet hill has become my haven
On which my roots are strewn. 

If winter fades to bitter ice, grey skies, and frozen lands-
If my limbs become brittle and blue
That once supported children’s feet and hands-
What I’ll do I’m not yet sure, or
Whether to care or not. 

And if spring comes by and by
I can only hope my bones won’t rot.  

(Source: ramenneedles)

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(Source: annieneugebauer)

Incognito: The Poet and the Potter

thecrowsingstoo:

I mold my words like pottery,
Carefully crafting them into something of value-
The clay from the wheel bleeding onto my shirt
As the machine whirs to life.

My words stain my soul with brown as deep as the earth, and
If my calm hands slip or falter- its beauty is ruined.
I’m a poet with only…

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