nature poem – Amy K. Sorrells

blue jay. a poem.

how good it is to know the call of a blue jay, the joy of knowing the voice of one so small but so brilliant blue. still, small voices make all the difference if only the world and my soul still enough and hear.

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stand: an autumn poem

i told the trees a secret still lush from summer still green with naivete you will break apart again just like every fall just until you think you’ll die but when the last of winter ebbs you’ll be standing your arms raised high and bare in victory so don’t be afraid of change like theContinue reading “stand: an autumn poem”