I took a break from writing for about three months... This was the first one back. Life has been nothing change. And I report back feeling full of hope and very happy. All I Know Can Only Grow The air wrinkles in my sight And I know I am high. Chill as the first snowflake And just as free I take the memories And let them fall like pouporri. Life tastes sweet as wild cherries. Change grows yet another wing As I continue to fly In order to soar knowing when Less is more and old Is new and age wears a crown Of lavender and my shadow Caresses the crevices of light I find by looking past the moon Into a dawn that promises Bliss in the sun and a winter Where all I know can only grow. Edith Lazenby : “I love to write. I began writing poetry in elementary school. Sometimes I write poetry daily, other times not. I adore Mary Oliver, her way of embracing the light while acknowl...
Women's Spiritual Poetry