Amy Secrist

Tag: seasons

  • Advent Doesn’t Matter.

    Advent Doesn’t Matter.

    Yes, I admit it! I could give this post a million different titles, and I choose this one. I’m hoping somebody somewhere wants to read the next line: Unless it does. Truly Advent doesn’t matter. And truly it does. It depends. It’s the circumstances and the details of our lives that decide it. I’ve written…

  • 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…

  • Clouds

    love is like a mass of liquid droplets and frozen crystals falling in seasons, new, young, old, spring, summer, fall, winter and again