I am the one
you never see
especially in winter
snow. Tree confetti
aids me while I sleep.
When day sky turns
to night, I must travel
far into the woods.
For the present,
I am content to be
a while wolf bump
on a log.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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Thanks so much for this!
🙂 like this Sara.
Nice one Sara
Thanks, Gillena, and same to you! 💜💜
This brings a shiver! Curious where this creature is headed.
Tree confetti ~~ marvelous! Also that log bump, LOL.
Thanks, Helen. When my younger sister was supposed to be doing dishes or clearing the table, she always used the ‘study’ card.
My dad used to call her a bump on a log.
I love this Sara especially the tree confetti… beautiful!