Amy Secrist

Tag: sun

  • The dormant trees have dressed

    The dormant trees have dressed in winter’s morning snow.  Trunk to tip they stand washed in crystal water remembering the firey face above the clouds.

  • A Day After Snow

    The air is filled with flashes of sun, like it broke into bits and the wind now blows it apart, all these separate pieces, everywhere. Countless more flecks of sun spin through everything, too small to see, hidden in the depths of us, of creation, the depths of everywhere, everything water in every form. We bounce around…