FINDING HER HERE....
I am becoming the woman I've wanted, grey at the temples,
soft body, delighted cracked up by life
with a laugh that's known bitter but, past it, got better,
knows she's a survivor- that whatever comes,
she can outlast it.
I am becoming a deep weathered basket.
I am becoming the woman I've longed for,
the motherly lover
with arms strong and tender,
the growing up daughter
who blushes surprises.
I am becoming full moons and sunrises.
I find her becoming, this woman I've wanted,
who knows she'll encompass, who knows she's sufficient,
knows where she's going and travels with passion.
Who remembers she's precious, but knows she's not scarce-
who knows she is plenty, plenty to share.
Jayne Relaford Brown
Winter Solstice
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Stillness descended like snowfall.
We worked separately, heads bent.
Your hands scored cane; mine, paper.
The shift in us subtle as unexpected flurr...
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2 comments:
...beautiful! I'd love to write something...anything specific in mind? xoxo, brandy
Oh, this is just me! What a lovely writer you are, Donna! I can't wait to play here at your blog some more! It is getting kind of late for this old girl, here on the east coast though! :)
Hugs to you!
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