Amy Secrist

Tag: family life

  • Hope Song

    Through the course of preoccupation with understanding I keep shadowed under the canopy of a forest built with efforts of every shape: goldened oaks, and old worries, fired maples and malcontent, bronzed birches and weeping brokenness, flamed crab-apples and crooked-perfection; the leaves are snapping free of the twig, while mistakes release to the noisy wind.…

  • Love’s Gravity

    Before earth uncovers sun, I hear small feet and giggles, the clutch of kids waking, crowing for morning’s warmth. Before day moves night aside, I hear husband’s solid breathing, the laborer still resting, soaking up time’s ease. Before life lights up, I hear myself move toward standing, the tenderer, brewing and baking, filling little bellies, big…

  • Storing Up

    Bare feet in the October afternoon we peel apart the flowering silks of season-ending sweet corn; the scent of sugared earth floats as we tear the still-green leaves revealing rows of cobbed kernels. Snapping free the stalk and tossing aside the husk, we lay the ear by for blanching. The girls yank and pull and…