In my previous post, turning the vase, I mentioned that some poems are simply gifts. Perhaps practice helps us to be able to create art from these moments, as we pay attention, work, and rest. Reflect. Revise as needed. Honor the time the work needs.
These are a few more examples, from my blog archives in general.
leaves of bleeding hearts now gold so do broken hearts mend so does grief heal Autumn grace
Published in Bell’s Letters Poet, WestWard Quarterly, and SMILE.
sometimes by sight in my life of faith apple trees in bloom
trusting God a little more with my questions fog rests on Spring fields