Mary Kellogg reading one of her new poems.
Our friend, the poet, Mary Kellogg came for a visit this afternoon. She brought a hunk of fresh cheese, a muffin, an apple turnover and some of her new poems. She read them to us while we drank tea and munched on the goodies.
Observation by Mary Kellogg
snow has sculpted figures of trees
in the naked forest
tracing bounds
mimics human race
lost
grasping for space
time to spend somewhere
straining for hope
fingers bending
reaching
howling heavenward
other supine
affixed
to rotting frozen floor
only one not struggling
fluff of patience rocks soft pine
wrists carry bracelets of snow
January 30, 2013
Sounds like a perfect time….a d that poem is lovely.
This is such a sweet scene. We enjoyed meeting Mary at the Old Bedlam and have both of her books of poetry. What a lovely and modest lady
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she is.(yummy treats too
That looks like Rose’s sheepskin.
Mary has such a sweet and beautiful face. Her goodness shines through even though I don’t know her.
I’ll let Mary know you said so Lois. Thanks