WeaverRose
A self is made, not given. It is a creative and active process of attending a life that must be heard, shaped, seen, said aloud into the world, finally enacted and woven into the lives of others. Barbara Myerhoff
February 22, 2007
February 21, 2007
Parting
I've heard that everything happens for a reason,
That it's time to get on with my life.
I'm supposed to fight it,
Not let it beat me.
But there is no enemy here.
No foe to conquer
Nor victory to be won.
There is only me
Enduring loss.
WeaverRose
February 2007
February 2007
February 03, 2007
Winter
What can I say about winter that a thousand poets
haven't said before?
Shall I mention the bitterly cold air?
The snow that muffles sound?
The branches of trees stark against the colorless sky?
My bed warmed by my beloved and a cat?
What can I say about winter that a thousand poets
haven't said before?
That I love my life this winter day.
WeaverRose
February 2007
February 2007