winter – Sarah Elizabeth Moore

It Isn’t the Robin

March 18, 2023 Sarah

It isn’t the robin who draws me He only sings for the spring Or the ruby-throated hummer I don’t miss til I see her again It’s not the starling or the jay It’s not even the song sparrow It isn’t bluebird or indigo bunting Or even the friendly junco Who perches on snow-laden boughs Graces… Continue reading It Isn’t the Robin

Poetry

Of Gathering

April 18, 2018April 18, 2018 Sarah

If you close your eyes And breathe in deep You can smell the coming Snow I swear Like crisp of night And Autumn leaves Impending bitter Cold Is there Waiting for A place to be A place to settle And Belong Longing more For love Unseen The frigid, gentle Joy prolong Of Gathering – Ten… Continue reading Of Gathering