Poetry + Praise of the divine and the Feminine

Soft

It’s May in Colorado again. A silk scarf draped across winter-hardened scruff. Green sprouts quiver under threat of heavy wet snow that would simply drain dry by 11 AM, next day. Icy-hot air soothes exposed skin, calms a racing mind. Soft-focus scenery at dawn + dusk, a mist of light, tip-toeing in socked feet before the alarm and after dinnertime. A hush of clouds breathing by.


Grace Over My Grocery Basket

My dad is my earliest memories.