1935-2019
She died today.
It is winter.
I feel her in the barren trees
reminding us
to let ourselves be winter
let ourselves trust death,
become intimate
with leavings
and the cold.
She died today.
She has merged
with the Silence
that she painted
in her poems,
that she inhaled
from the roots
and exhaled
into us.
We will
feel her
on the wet earth
see her
in the holy moon
when we awaken
at night,
unmoored,
hear her
in the mothering sea.
When the season turns
we will flower again
into the world
with the whisper
of her wisdom.
“…I tell you this
to break your heart,
by which I mean only
that it break open and never
close again…”
Questions for Contemplation
Is there a poet, artist, musician or any other creative person whose work and being have inspired you?
What qualities does this person embody and express? What teachings or messages have impacted you?
If you were to write a tribute to this person, what would you say?
Poem a Month Archive
- LOVEANDPAIN
- Dark Welcome
- POETSPEAK
- What Are Your Words?
- Poems Paintings Songs
- When the Icy Tensions Thaw
- Telling Your Daughter
- To Let Ourselves Happen
- Always Here
- Dark Odyssey
- Cups That Will Always Break
- Ask the Children
- Not Knowing
- Love Will Show Us
- In Remembrance – Mary Oliver
- QUIET
- The Way of Pain
- Can We Be Love?
- Safe Invitation
- How We Are Helped
- Angel of Sadness
- Tell the Stories
- You are Broken and You Are Whole
- Tears and Wings
- Portal