I looked at the last leaf
on a cherry tree.
I waited to see
the painful neglect.
It was not clear to me
where the leaf
meant to be?
Joins his brothers
on the ground
or hang on lonely
year around?
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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