Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
in this I-am Others outnumber me i breathe green exhalation draw sustenance from soil drink in earth blood my cells are not mine own no boundaries define this body but bound i am in densely woven webs of wonder i need is provided i owe is given and we become one across depths of time… Continue reading bound
he opens his heart to birdsong, feels fizz-prickle of bud fissure — a frisson of eternal expectancy. he hungers for strong summer sun but remains stoic under starlight and spring storm. he yawns limbs unfurled, sends sweet sap down to earth; must pay mycorrhizal newsboys for missed winter tidings — cold comforts for the reluctant… Continue reading the green man goes back to bed
crescent moon virginal knowing smile presses down on western mountains leafless limbs filter sky north wind carries ice-airy memory cuts through dusk like dry thorn arcturus awaits the old one’s return whirling earth rounds the sun skin shivers in anticipation waiting for breath from still slumbering green world come south wind with falling rains and… Continue reading greenleaf moon
It's that wonderful time of year again! The whole month in which I am proud to say that I'm a poet! I've been a writer since I started putting down phonetically scrawled stories at four years old. (My mom has a collection... it's very interesting to see what our language looks like when it's broken… Continue reading National Poetry Month
A pair of poems from the spring garden. spring expectation is a blanket on my garden soil time it is to make room for new life prune, compost the dead for the earth is pregnant time it is to prepare for expectations mine is a northern soul bred and refined in the seasons of swelling… Continue reading April Garden Poetry
A pair of poems by others and two garden pictures of my own creation — both photo and garden. April I open wide to the portals of the Spring To welcome the procession of the flowers, With their gay banners, and the birds that sing Their song of songs from their aerial towers. I soften… Continue reading April Poetry
By My Solitary Hearth 