The I fill my pockets with sugary apples begin the walk down dim roads that lead me to night’s pasture stars sing questions above grass-scented fields fireflies blink answers the dark horse of sleep grazes in the distance unmoved by … Continue reading
Anne Hills
I can hear her footsteps moving across the floor she is opening the curtains of the day up before the rest of the house preparing and all over the world women rise turn from night’s embrace sit, stand each a … Continue reading
w&m Anne Hills © Raven Heart Music from Anne’s album Bittersweet Street You took me sailing through the stars with you and you knew their names by heart Cassiopeia and the Twins were there As we glided through the dark … Continue reading
Into Thin Air It has been a week since you’re gone. No bark, wag, smile, lean Just a whine – mine, as I wander these rooms. I long for your lengthening shadow beside the Weigela bush, guarding your kingdom your … Continue reading
w & m by Anne Hills © Raven Heart Music from Anne’s album Bittersweet Street yard dreams in the winter of drinking the sun yard stretches and yawns anticipates fun yard dreams of a bird bath of trellises tall of … Continue reading
w & m Anne Hills © 2014 Raven Heart Music From Anne’s album Tracks Thunder on the mountain, travel on the tracks Wind kicks up the sand dunes at my back Blue sky like a blanket, shaking out the dust … Continue reading
I dreamt about you again last night you were not tinted in burnt sienna, flecked with snow not dead, amid the garbage by the side of the road not heavy, as when I lifted you up by your legs carried … Continue reading
the sad sight of you jarred me from my routine long black legs easing up into auburn haunches wispy ginger tail swaying lazily a painter’s sable brush dipped in titanium white trotting along the curved roadside between the projects railroad … Continue reading
I am lying on my back in a 4-foot snowdrift along the slope of a Berrien county ravine walnut trees tower over me, as armfuls of snowflakes fall tossed by the white sky, now, pin-cushioned by sleek, dark branches my … Continue reading
my father broke his ankle tobogganing in college flying down a snow-packed hill with my mother in front of him neglecting her job for one short bump dropping his foot as frost glazed her eyelashes no wonder my mother always … Continue reading