Have You Ever Seen a Poem?
I see them all the time.
When I run into them, I snap a picture! I thought you might enjoy them too:
Stained Glass Wings
Halls of Heaven
Halls of Heaven, full of light
reaching so that I
cannot speak for beauty's sake,
and tears flow from my eyes.
The Way my Grandma Made It
I never made it with my grandma, but I make this rhubarb custard pie with my aunt almost every time I visit her. We always make it the way her mother did: mix the fruit with sugar and flour, then pour some milk and eggs on top and poke at it until the flour is (mostly) submerged...It shouldn't work, but by some magic, it is always delicious!
I blame Grandma.
An Old Friend
Thirty-thousand Feet
Indigo shadows anchor foaming clouds to earth.
Blinding mountains crawl slowly over the face of the ground.
From a god’s-eye view, I watch this living fantasy,
and even I can see that it is good.