I posted the latter of these two poems on this blog around 18 months ago, but I thought I’d post both of them to show how writing styles might change, while leaving the writer beneath intact.
lies that winters lead to spring.
I like both poems. As often happens when feeling deep emotion I am lost for words. I can feel the nuances between the two pieces, and I know what the first means to you. I like them both. Both speak with a tonal quality that chisels away a clay baked hard by years of weather, revealing beneath the tender heart that gives them form and purpose.