A Year of Listening: Week 13

Poetry is like a bird; it ignores all frontiers. — Yevgeny Yevtushenko

I am ignoring my guidelines today by not using a quotation from my collection.  Yesterday I had tea and talked about Russian poetry with my son. I searched for this poet whom I read in college.

My practice of listening is enjoying flight.


A Year of Listening, Week 7

Winter solitude
In a world of one color
The sound of wind.

This recalls winter on the farm as a child, hiking the pasture alone.
I am grateful for the memory, and the listening it taught me.
This week’s hours of moving snow to create a way to the road were solitary but not so poetic.