perched on the cedar
at the edge of the woods
he is,
awakening me
to the gift
that is this day
resting,
for a moment
in silent
prayer
speck of blood
at the edge of the woods
i know you
(c)Lisa Malone
A full year of poems, a new one every day, from the poets of Virginia (radiating out from Hampton Roads) on the theme of Woman - who she is, who she is not, who she ought to be, her essence, how she sees herself, how women see her, how men see her, how children see her, how the classics see her, how different cultures see her, how history and cultures and mythology see her and have seen her, and on and on ...
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