In the quiet morning as finches feed and mourning doves scour the ground for seed among hollyhock shadows it comes to me why, like my mother I arrive at gardening in my middle years with a daughter too tart and … Continue reading
Anne Hills
Your small, dark head fits into the hollow of my shoulder as perfectly as the day you were born. Your thin arm lies across my chest a delicate flower stem. I am in love with so many things in this … Continue reading
On the mantle in a carved wooden box, beneath your worn collar scratched tags and a little puppet, of you made by a young girl, long ago are your ashes. They arrived yesterday. You were delivered home one last time. … Continue reading
Idling near a basement window a boy passes on the sidewalk riding his skateboard with such flip pizzazz. He turns and sees me in my car my fourteen-year-old daughter next to me and we move … Continue reading
Last night we tucked in to crow-black clouds as winter wept a final, failed snow Zeus aimed bright spears of fire at our trumpeting daffodils they sounded on through thunder heads raised toward the searing heavens a call and response … Continue reading
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
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