Amy Secrist

Tag: Catholic poetry

  • An Ode on the Eve of Our Anniversary

    Today’s clouds sit in the sky, scoops of ice cream on glass tables.  On a tiny mountain top we let our feast rest warm in our bellies, watch our kids run wild through the prairie grass.  The trees’ journey toward winter deepens, leaves like flames flare along the horizon, flash out of the dense green…

  • What Moves

    When I lift my gaze above the branches, my lungs expand. Grace comes like that, subtly, like breath, unexpectedly, like the wind, invisible except for what moves.

  • Come dormant season

    The orange of autumn rests in drops along the dewy grass, a cover of grounded sunset beneath the baring branches. These dead leaves, grounded stars, past light reminding me of constancy and change, of beginnings and agains.