Amy Secrist

Tag: youth

  • The toy mower

    The toy mower sits blue behind the daffodils sprouting boyhood joy waiting for tomorrow.

  • We Wake To Hope (A Poem for My Husband)

    As if their bedrooms hung with vines all around they sleep and dream of fun and frightful things, nestled in blankets of soft straw and grasses, bedding made of cozy sticks and silent leaves. As if they were little wild things in their caves they wake and stretch their jaws with long yawns, their round faces…

  • The Coy Wife

    after Annie Finch At times I can lament my youthwhen body smooth and taut did proveitself blind to age and the passage of Timewhen words o’er ran the banks of meter and rhymeand verse came flawlessly free and streaming.Now the babies, crying then squealingwith delight and true frustration;we are swamped with operation:Family Life.  So now…