Rain

In the earliest moments of morning, Long before day decides to dawn. I lie awake in my bed. Drinking in the drizzle as it Tap dances across my open window…

Seasons

To everything there is a season, Someone wiser than I has said. Spring when you wake in the morning, Winter when you go to bed. I’ve seen babies with December…

Circle Chant

Sit beneath a purple bower Breath in deep the dreaming power Of wind and sky and tree and flower Till ebbs away the magic hour And the time has come…

Somebody's Mother by Mary Dow Brine

Somebody’s Mother – Mary Dow Brine (1816-1913)     The woman was old and ragged and gray And bent with the chill of the Winter’s day.     The street…

Emily’s Unite

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I love my name, and one of the first reasons that I first picked up an Emily Dickinson Book was simply because she shared my name. But over the years,…