Poetry
Awe
It’s a shiver that climbs the trellisof the spine, each tingle a bright whitemorning glory…
Poetry, with its impossible-seeming combination of soft lens and precision, brings to our awareness that which might otherwise go unnoticed and unappreciated. May these poems open your heart to the nuance and opportunity of each moment.
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