Joelle - What a marvelous time I had in the world that your poem painted. Let's hear it for the crows.
And I also like how the very shape of the text on the page looks like a breathing in... ...and out... Lisa - - - L i s a H e f t Consultant, facilitator, educator Open Space Technology and Experiential Learning 2325 Oregon Berkeley, California 94705-1106 USA (+01) 510 548-8449 [email protected] www.openspaceworld.com -----Original Message----- Subject: Poem Waking Up Gray winter sky dark, heavy and silent. Hot black coffee warming my body as I sit with the day. Handful of crow feathers, my token for the raucous voice of truth and magic. Your fiery voice, warming the blue-grey screen with passion, compassion, the pleasure of shared laughter. Poems, a trickle then a growing stream, melt the silence of this winter's day. Joelle Lyons Everett January, 2002 * * ========================================================== [email protected] ------------------------------ To subscribe, unsubscribe, change your options, view the archives of [email protected], Visit: http://listserv.boisestate.edu/archives/oslist.html
