There are rare occasions when time seems to stand still. Poetry nurtures my memory.
My newest book CROSSWINDS should be out before the end of the year. This poem will be in it.
My best to you this Spring season. I know it is colder is other parts of the United States and Canada, but fear not, Spring is coming! Sunset Photo by C. Rutter
Love Poem to My Daughter
The moment is weighty,
like a silver-framed photograph.
Winter-dried grasses
rustle and wave in the twilight breeze.
The cold of coming night
slips through your hair.
Face lifts to the fading sunlight
as darkness outlines the mountain.
The sky of apricot and lavender
moves in your blue eyes.
Heather Saunders Estes 