Trees, whose spreading feet embrace the earth,
stand rooted in their shed glory,
as fallen leaves give up their lives to worms
and toothless fungus chews discarded branches.
For now the leaves are naked.
Letting fall their clothes
the earth is made again,
filled with the lives of dead things.
And when I drop the dead leaves of my heart,
uncomforted by coverings,
I, too, stand naked to the wind,
But earthy roots grow richly through the humus.
These poems are the fruit of almost 30 years of occasional writing. They were written as private reflections, or for friends and family. I hadn't intended them for public consumption, but people have told me now and then that they thought I should share them, so I have. I shall add new poems if and when I write them, though a lot of my words tend to go into sermons these days!
If you find something you like and find helpful, you are welcome to use it and share it, but please make sure my name stays attached to it.
The poems are posted in no particular order, but the labels - click on links below - should help you find poems on various themes.
There are also separate pages on this blog containing links to music composed by my husband, Philip, and to Christmas stories which I have told here at Seal in place of sermons on Christmas Day.