Lying on my
back
In a puddle
of water
Beneath the
cedar tree
I watch star
after star
Plummet from
the sky
Into my
belly warming
The earth
that I am.
It is difficult to choose which poems to begin a blog. I don’t have favorites. Some are old, as much as forty years. Some are new. The ones I share with you survived the cut. My newspaper essays can be viewed at www.MontanaTumbleweed.blogspot.com All poetry is copyrighted. Please contact author for permission to use.
This too shall pass and coffee ___________________________________________________________________________________________...
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