Amy Secrist

Tag: poetry

  • December’s Eve

    This poem was written by a dear friend who decided our ideas were worthy of poetry. This is our organic, spontaneous, joyful collaboration. It spilled out of our connection, and she caught all the gems, arranging them with her time, effort, and energy, creating what you see below. We had been talking & texting about…

  • Acoustics

    For years I’ve walked the little city blocks filled with houses square and oblong, small, large, and tiny hermit crab shells I’ve listened to the birds fill the spring morning and evening with their songs, and I’ve heard their echoes There is a canopy, a corridor of brick and vinyl, slate, and composite, asphalt, grass, and concrete…

  • Advent’s Beginning

    Today is the second day of Advent, a holy season of anticipation, preparation, and by the end, we hope, a readiness. It is easy to get caught in a whirlwind of perfectionism in which we strive to meet unrealistic expectations of our own making or those of others.  It is even easier to strive and then…