Amy Secrist

Tag: Catholic poetry

  • Givingbirds Light

    These little birds flit around the house lighting here and there, sitting on the counters, standing on the chairs, zooming through the kitchen. They make “holy spirit water” and play church, wedding, and workers, after post office, house, and kitchen-shopping. Screaming-mad and cackling-happy these growing-up friends make their way through the days and I watch…

  • Shifting Focus

    The iced trees still reach skyward, their sheathed branches waiting, the crystal water sparkling like a million earth-bound stars, so many miniature spheres of fire yet nothing melts. The thing that covers us in grief, ashen and blank, covers us golden.

  • I see the golden leaves

    I see the golden leaves fluttering in frozen wind, I feel an empty sky, the circumference of joy is hard to find. I catch the cardinal’s red flash under scattered bits of sun, I know the cracking cold, come cold winter, come.