Still

The perfect Mother’s Day poem from the incomparable Amaya Engleking of Gospel Isosceles. I am thankful for a Mother who still breathes with me, and for the Mother of my children, who still cradles their hearts.

Gospel Isosceles


Let breath be held and time rest still
When winter lands with her soft kiss
A plum linnet taps windowsill
As breath is held and time rests still
Mother and child witness her chill
Blanketing this holy fortress

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BTT #54: Rabbit, Wolf, Blossom, and the Wind.

Rabbit, Wolf, Blossom, and the Wind · Rabbit trembled, Awakening from nothing Into loneliness. Wolf sniffed, "You are many," he breathed, Eyes gleaming. "I am one," she answered "Blossoms are many, Steeped in morning glisten." Blossom quivered Beneath her paw. Wind drifted Back softly Stilling their hunger, Whispering one word... · "Listen." · -Lona Gynt,  …

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