Weeds
The weeds grow between the stones
Staking claim to their part of the court
The mountain air
Chills my skin
One day so like the day before
Each day begins
A mountain to climb
The day ends
Progress is hard to see
Just like the weeds
I pull them
Tomorrow they are there
To be pulled again
poetry, publishing, and mentoring
Standing Tall with Big Heart: Somatically, Mindfully, Creatively, Unceasingly
Poetry and Other Music
Waiting on Words
Art from the Collection of Deborah Barlow
South meets East: Poetry and Musings - words of the seasons
A view of things outside the studio
poetic ponderings...parenting...procrastination...
Poets Pub
ASTROLOGY
Poetry and More
Some days are cloudier than others. . .
"We're all out there, somewhere, waiting to happen."
art. biology. creativity. science. design. nature.
Newsletter from NY Arts Magazine
Taos Artist Organization
a place for poetry
a community of people reading & writing poems, moving words
annellannell 