Home Again

 

"Bring with you all the Nymphes that you can heare
Both of the rivers and the forrests greene...
The silver scaly trouts doe tend full well..."
-Edmund Spenser, Epithalamion

This dark water--
the trees on trees--
these days of light
and of returning
to natal streams,
to pools of glass and light reflected,
to river's edge,
to hand and back--
this world of living water,
let it flow. 

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She’s a Star

 

“Thou art thy mother’s glass…”
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 3 

You want to be with them, our daughters;
They want to be you, Belle Etoile.
In their faces shines your face–
Their souls, your soul.
What they want
Is what I want. 

Happy Mother’s Day