Amy Secrist

Tag: windows

  • 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…

  • Nature

    My soul must be crooked – not curved – I mean. It must have angles and open boxes, not fissures, cracks, or splits, but myriad unclosed cubes. For as round as my universe is, for all the atmosphere and vaporous aura, for the spheres of planets and bright balls of gas shining around my sky,…