Mother Earth is a poem

Mother Earth is a poem

Mother Earth is a poem. Her tides set the tempo, a perfect iambic heartbeat — ta-DUM ta-DUM ta-DUM ta-DUM ta-DUM. Her waters yield magic as they rush forth and recede — starfish, seashells, spawning sturgeon on a flooded lawn. Her sky finds the tone — muted morning pastels, cheerful lemon sunshine, an angry strike of [...]

I love.

I love.

Last week, I read another beautiful poem by Andrea Gibson. In it, she lists all the things she loves. The poem is long and well worth the read. You can subscribe for free to read it here. It begins with this banger paragraph: "I love. That could be the end of the sentence, but I [...]