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to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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Announcement (19 May 2013)

I won’t be writing so many new poems for a while — though there will be some. I want to spend more time on revision, and more time working on memoir (in prose!). I'll continue to participate in my online poetic communities, sharing poems already written.

9 October 2011

Soft Morning

Soft morning 
fresh from rain
the birds just beginning — 
and I walk out again
one childhood morning
from The Orchard House

my grandparents’ house
in Spreyton, Tasmania
early after rain
when the air
had just this light
this scent. 
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4 comments:

  1. Beautiful! I felt like I was there. I love that scent.

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  2. Thank you krouth; I'm glad to have reminded you of it.

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  3. Tasmania? Literally? I never knew anyone from Tasmania! Do tell...

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  4. Rosaria, my reply to you became so long that I have moved it over to my SnakyPoet blog, here.

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