Poetry & Presence: Spring

Poetry & Presence: Spring

Spring Carol Steel Snow pulls your cedar fence apart, pushes it slant. Crossbars slump into symbols for “less than.” Winter loosens its hold, sinks into flood, rushes the downward slope to the river. A red ribbon rides the melt, dangles on the lip of the...
Poetry and Prayer

Poetry and Prayer

At 18 years, I discovered the power of poetry. My summer job in a Nursing Home got interesting when my grandfather loaned me an old school reader. As I read poems, the room filled with the echo of old voices picking up the rhythm of long ago memorized lines. Some...