Fog As I sit down to write, a cat creeps in and sits on my head. She circles once, before settling on the hummock of my brain, tucks her head beneath her feet and purrs herself to sleep. I can’t think of anything but fur. Buffy Silverman and I are doing a […]
In this, my first year participating in Tabatha’s lovely winter poetry swap, I was the lucky recipient of two sets of gifts! From Tabatha herself I received a feast–bookmarks with poetry quotes, a poem by Tabatha, an invisible ink puzzle book, and an adorable sloth sack. Here is a close-up of Tabatha’s poem. I […]
Winter Maybe it will snow. Maybe it won’t. Either way the dark will snatch more and more of the day, more than its fair share, more than the accepted amount, leaving us leaning into hibernation, unable to disentangle ourselves from our […]
Hanukkah Lights When the candles are lit, and the blessings sung, I sit and watch the wavering flames, imagining the light of our menorah reaching through the dark from our house to our neighbor’s, to homes too far to see— all of them connecting in an earthborn constellation of stars. Happy Hanukkah. Merry […]
Dog Love When the hurts pile up and I can’t hold them all, I retreat to my room where the tears start to fall. There she finds me alone, jumbled up in my bed, and sorts out my mess with a nudge of her head. I wrote this poem in response to […]
Morning A fog was drawn across the earth between all things and me, but I did not see less of life— I peered more carefully. Sometimes I give myself exercises to do. I think of them like push-ups or sit-ups. Lately I’ve been feeling my meter needs more work, so this week I […]
Discarded leaves disgrace the lawn. The sky grows pale and sighs. Above the unmade garden beds, the morning glory shines. Feeling a little Emily Dickinson-ish today. (c) Elizabeth Steinglass, 2015, all rights reserved
eyes in the ivy in the dark gnarled stubs scratch at the glass chill wind unearthing the skull in the basement setting it in the window For more Poetry Friday treats, visit Jama at Alphabet Soup!
the open heart inside the shell black walnut the torn wing of a butterfly— evening chill everything I’ll never see… sowing seeds For more Poetry Friday, please visit Amy at The Poem Farm!
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Snowfog is the perfect word and this poem is just all-around...December 27, 2020 - 8:50 am by Liz Garton Scanlon
So beautiful, Liz. Love the haiku and the sense of peace...December 26, 2020 - 11:36 am by Michelle Barnes
Beautiful, Liz, in every way.December 26, 2020 - 10:14 am by Laura Purdie Salas
This year I have wished for some blending of the before...December 26, 2020 - 8:37 am by Linda Baie