MaryAb

The hedges are covered with the delicate frosting of Blackthorn blossoms.  I love all flowers, but Blackthorn has a special effect on me – a...

Ocean Breathing – a Riddle   Storm winds whip water into giant open mouths that lick air onto their tongues and swallow.  Drifting down, we...

Feeling again the blunt edge of grief remembered, sensing the sharp edge of grief yet to come, I lean against the hard edge of losses...

There are some special edges I walk through or past on my way out to the place at the edge of the woods. This is...

Find the Place at the Edge   A path is disappearing between paths, with remains of a wooden step rotting and sinking into the earth....

The dawn is the edge of the day – and it was like this today. As I walked up the green lane, what first caught...

Water from the last few weeks of rain still flows down the hollow of the green lane, but the edges are crisp with frost.  As...

Normally, I would only post my own poems on this blog, but this one deeply moves me and relates to the, sometimes, unbearably difficult times...

I woke up in the middle of last night with what could only be called an anxiety.  The fear was one of possibly being overwhelmed. ...

This is the winter solstice.  Solstice is an edge, a place of change in terms of how the earth is placing itself in relation to...