{In celebration of National Poetry Month, I’ll be posting a poem each weekday through the rest of April, and I invite you to join me! Leavea link to your poem of the day in the comments section below.}
I can tell you I am a mother,
a farmer, a writer
but these definitions do not tell you
the quality of my breath
or depth of my laugh
or the hard pulse of my longings.
I’ve met challenges
in every phase, and for so long
I equated what I’m doing with
what my life is.
But the truth is
life is movement, energy–
rain falling to the earth
fire burning in the stove
bodies warming each other
beneath the blankets.
Gorgeous photo Katie – I see the snow has finally melted!
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Oh I wish the trees had leaves on them already! That photo is from last year, though…I’ve been going through past photos as this spring is so slow to take hold. The snow IS gone, though 🙂
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