Poetry and other writing exploring feminism, motherhood, self, the Goddess, love, life, nature, the outdoors, all things beautiful and divine, all things sacred, destructive, and chaotic.
12 September 2007
A few fall Haiku...
My window a door to that green and windy world of air.
Sunshine gone grey does not complement green or make me smile.
Do pens cry joy at the sight of the page?
It's funny how a heart can weep and laugh at the same time.
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