Kathleen Jamie bringing me into the New Year

By January 1, 2015Inspiration, Poetry

It’s the year of the blog for me. As I move to less time working, I move to more time writing – a quieter place for me, both metaphorically and literally – a space for reading, writing, being.

……. All week,
squalls, tattered mists:

alder, who unfolded
before the receding glaciers

first one leaf then another,
won’t you teach me

a way to live
on this damp ambiguous earth?

Kathleen Jamie ‘Alder’ The Tree House (2004)

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