Amy Secrist

Tag: perspective

  • 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.

  • Through the Glass

    Driving beneath a canopy of clouds along the naked treeline turns the sun into flashes of heat against my cheek light and shadow light and shadow light and shadow the gifts and sorrows a matter of perspective looking just right through the window

  • For My Husband on His Birthday (or, of winter and waiting)

    This winter lasts, but our time moves steadily from its first unfolding, and we find ourselves in the already but not yet of the journey.  Green plants push through dirt beneath the frozen snow.  Sunlight shines through windows covered with a long winter’s filmy grime.  We wait for warmth and wait for wisdom.  We are…