Amy Secrist

Tag: faith

  • Aubade

    After an Easter vigil’s consecration dawn cracks with such rotten angst I’m left with nothing but belief.

  • Paper Hives

    The paper hive hung all November long, a landmark of spherical woody pulp uncovered by an old Autumn’s barrenness. It was our story for days and weeks, and then it fell, swept from its high limb by wind or rain or hungry birds. We watched it in the flickering sun day by day, fluttering on the…

  • 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.