FACING WEST
Wild persimmons, red cardinals...
Heart aches for the beauty of the place
To stay and stir among the wintering roots
Tufting through to spring. To Spring? Oh.
The heart caves and whispers
Not, in such deep silence.
Eye watches autumn
Surely sifting summer seeding
For winter's cold keeping
And spring ever calling.
Already I long for spring...
Or fear white winter's dying...
What dies in winter?
Only the summer's dreaming.
--Barbara Smith Stoff
THE SOUL WILL OUT
THE SOUL WILL OUT
About Me
- Boie
- Producer of Emmy Award winning "Poems of Wonder and Magic." Co-author with husband Sheldon Stoff of "Conscious Evolution: The Dance of Intuition and Intellect Intellect" and "The Akashic Field: It Makes Every Place in the Universe Part of the Neighborhood" All photo and text copyright. No use without prior consent.
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