"What do you plan to do with your one, wild, precious life?" -Mary Oliver

Friday, September 3, 2010

A Ginsberg in our Midst?

The sky is gray and rumpled
low-hanging clouds skuttle
across the land without a shadow
taking their rain with them.

A day like this calls for a strong cup of coffee. Coffee and books and hours of writing. Autumn come!

I've been sitting on a few awards that I need to pass on and I will. I will, I promise, but right now all I can do is share with you an amazing poet and writer who is new to the blogosphere but obviously not to the power of the written word. You can check Alisa Dodge out here. You won't be sorry. I promise.

5 comments:

Jemi Fraser said...

Lovely. Autumn is my favourite season - even if it means back to school for me :)

Tricia J. O'Brien said...

ooooo, the image of a rumpled sky is just perfect. You have such a way with description,I feel like I'm sitting on your porch or something.

Wine and Words said...

The sky is still blandly blue, poisonously perfect. I wish for yours. Yes, Come Autumn and quickly.

Travener said...

Autumn is epic. Leaves changing, wind rustling--you're right, it's perfect coffee drinking weather. Just another reason it rocks.

Nice poetry.

Yvonne Osborne said...

Jemi,
Back to school....bittersweet for many isn't it? Thanks so much.

Tricia,
Thanks! I think you are in spirit. As I'm walking along the seashore with you....

W&W,
I like that...poisonously perfect. Thanks!

Trav,
Yes, I agree. Epic. Thank you! Here's to coffee. And writers.