photo by Deanna Piercy I want to paste these first fallen leaves back on the trees and nudge the sun a bit higher in the sky. I haven’t had enough suppers of sweet corn on the cob, my salty fingertips slick with butter. I never got around to making ice cream with juicy peaches and…
Late summer melancholy
Photo by Deanna Piercy, taken on my parents’ land My Facebook feed is full of people all excited about fall. They are sharing pumpkin latte recipes and talking about decorating for Halloween. My Pinterest feed is rife with knitted scarves, hearty soup recipes, and crafts made with fall leaves. I went to visit my parents’…
The World Is Too Much With Us
Some poetry is timeless and bears witness to the the fact that the more things change, the more they stay the same. “The World Is Too Much With Us” A sonnet by William Wordsworth The World is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; Little we see…
A Poem for Sunday night…
Ithaka As you set out for Ithaka hope the voyage is a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery. Laistrygonians and Cyclops, angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them: you’ll never find things like that on your way as long as you keep your thoughts raised high, as long as a rare excitement stirs your…
April Poem #2 and photos from Apple Tree Farm
One Vast Garden by Sri Ananandamayi Ma “I find one vast garden spread out all over the universe. All plants, all human beings, all higher mind bodies are about in this garden in various ways , each has his own uniqueness and beauty. Their presence and variety give me great delight. Every one of you…
April is Poetry Month
April is Poetry Month and today is absolutely glorious. Enjoy! To Spring by William Blake O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down Through the clear windows of the morning, turn Thine angel eyes upon our western isle, Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring! The hills tell one another, and the listening…
Christmas Eve…a poem
Hope, peace, joy and love I wrote the following poem back in 2003 for my annual Christmas letter. It was inspired by our church’s beautiful, candlelight Christmas Eve services. Christmas Eve byDeanna Piercy Stars pierce the fabric of the night skyand steeple lights point the way.Wrapped snug in velvet and woolwe come in anticipation…and hope….