Floating in my cup of tea:
the bric-a-brac chunk leftovers
from the small scoop of flavorful dust
I stirred in, along with honey. . . .
Pristine Sistine: at the Vatican I walked and walked through halls of wondertil at last I reached the endwhere God’s own voice resounds like thunderfrom images well known as friends In awe beneath that gorgeous ceilingsequestered as a holy choiceoverwhelmed with thoughts and feelingsbrought back to earth by recorded noise Quiet! and No pictures, please!LoudlyContinue reading “A Pair of Italian Sonnets”
Originally posted on Pact:
Three people stood under the weak light of a streetlamp. The first was a tall young man who stood in a shabby black overcoat with a back straight as a rod. His short, dark hair was combed across his forehead, and each of the features on his long face were angular…
Oh hallowed nectar, rich and capped in white!
Strongest cup of daily refuge. . . .
With sunshine and graceyou present your joyful faceto brighten this place Nourished by autumnthe seeds wait in secret hopefor the coming spring In storm the showersof restorative powers:the earth re-flowers And bees run the racea buzz of furious pacethrough the garden space So much more than commonplacefar too wild to be encased in a vaseLeaveContinue reading “Wildflowers”
Hi there! I’m Amy. Some of you reading this probably (hopefully) know me, maybe even in real life! I wear a lot of different hats on a daily basis: I’m a mother, which takes top priority, I’m a photographer, I run a couple of Instagram accounts for groups that I’m passionate about (Film Shooters CollectiveContinue reading “Hi, Hello, and How are You?”