When the snow geese fly to the warming marshes, when the ice melts on the pond in the wood, when the sweet breath of fresh-mown hay lofts over us and settles on the fields, I will remember you have been a blessing, a quiet steady force
We will sit at the kitchen table and eat fresh eggs and ripened tomatoes from the garden
I will trust that all my shattered pieces will knit together again
and I will go when the day breaks
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Author's Note
This poem appears in the recently published anthology, Knocking at the Door, Approaching the Other, edited by Lisa Sisler and Lea. C. Deschenes.
Some lovely images here, Marcia.
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The opening stanza is a visual treat, Marcia. Enjoyed the piece. Nice form.
Thank you, MaryAnne and Sam!