I walk a day's walk on my land seeing to the fences that once stood straight. But, now the latch is broken wind and ice have seen to that. I poked at the dirt the spaces where I have planted bulbs and seed amid snow and daily cold air. As the flowers shoot past their labored estate, I mark them all with withered cornstalks to show off their rebirth of life on a savage winter's day.
I like the images, the hope at the end, your choice of words! Thanks,
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on February 11, 2004
How familiar this is to me!
And how beautiful a hope is expressed here. We
might apply this very premise to our own lives
when they feel "used up and brown."
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!
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And how beautiful a hope is expressed here. We
might apply this very premise to our own lives
when they feel "used up and brown."