A place to gather words before they get lost.
... pavement strewn with the confetti ... by Ada Limon
I'm bent crooked from bending down at my waist as I pick up the words I dropped here yesterday, my ideas veined in yellow and gold, like leaves of Autumn, now just as fragile, too, and my clenched fingers turn each couplet and stanza into powdered dust, compost for some future poem
Day 4 for #AdventPoems24 Line taken from 'Instructions On Not Giving Up' by Ada Limon https://poets.org/poem/instructions-not-giving
Under time lives silence — from Original Hope by Lauren Camp
Quiet, then, for a moment,
a respite in the storm of noise
The world's most cherished silent spaces
beckon to us; we listen
Day 3 for #AdventPoems24 Inspired by 'Original Hope' by Lauren Camp https://poets.org/poem/original-hope
Dark roads like these don't remain so; the promise of morning always brings light
Day 2 for #AdventPoems24 inspired by 'Opening The Hands Between Here And There' by Jane Hirshfield
Advent of Hope by Deanna M. https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1mMIKnZM1jq6CAi_1jzlJ6ujUFBJIyjSHkNwabBI4tOU/present#slide=id.g317dfd1e88d_0_0
The first of many cold days ahead – sorta wish it was Spring, instead
for Algot
A long line of Pine, in a winter grove; Warblers dancing on needles
Imagine loneliness on wheels, teetering off balance, as if skating on ice formed after a storm, with its arm outstretched for support, wondering who will be the one to hold you forever?
Day 1 for #AdventPoems24 inspired by 'The Rider' by Naomi Shihab Nye https://poets.org/poem/rider
One single flower endures; sleepy survivor of a long winter
The taste of first snow lands on the tip of the tongue; a shout, like we're young
A wind storm drops limbs; light a fire in the hearth of lost memories
Pencils, made of pine and graphite, stretch the landscape to where poems exist