Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
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
the gardener i’ve got my trowel and my trencher she said i’m off to sow so saying, a-sowing she went with words hidden up her sleeves an idea or two tucked into her hatband and the rows await pull out weedy fallacy cut back dead superstition cultivate and amend and then drop the seed in… Continue reading Dandelion Break
April is Poetry Month. A whole month of rhyme and rhythm, metaphor, allusion. Every word the density of a black hole in your mind. Poetry is love in language. April was much fun in my bookstore. Writing contests for elementary school kids. Poetry slams for tweens and teens. Several readings a week from all manner… Continue reading Poetry Month
the little goat man came trip-tropsing along come one, come all he trilled there is no need for care or strife let sorrows all be stilled for hoop, hooray we're here today who can tell what the morrow will bring come, follow me tra la, tra lee the little goat man did sing the little… Continue reading goat man
By My Solitary Hearth 