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Autumn – most beloved – I confess I hardly noticed you this year, until I took myself out of the library and into your forests. You had begun glowing without me, and I knew at once this was one of your gifts today – knowing that each of us shines though no one seems to […]


  Late Fragment by Raymond Carver And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did. And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

April 9

    (Writing along for National Poetry Month, using a prompt from the sweet site A.L.M.) Sunny Side Up They wake, sometimes, calling my name, or kicking at the blankets like shackles, or sometimes I am the one panting, trickling sweat, half-believing the dream was really lived – I am out walking in the woods, […]

March 20

  Spring Equinox   Today, we woke up happy.  We fed the horse, the sheep, we spread out a blanket on the living room floor and had a breakfast picnic, giggling.  The sun warmed us, we opened the windows, we remembered this life’s perfection. The day went on, and we forgot. We were cranky, tired, […]

The Fox

The Fox   Of course I thought of you when I saw him— the blue-grey fox waiting in the frosted grass for my car to move on so that he could cross the road. I thought how greedy I am— I want and want— and, amazingly, I have been given everything I ever truly wanted. […]

A little Poem

I keep thinking about this one lately, so I thought I’d share it. Blessings on your weekend, friends. * * * I have not come to light in the day, only in the darkness, where sometimes you find me, light skinned and starred with juice I grind from berries to paint our skins with. In […]

A Little Spring Poem – With Gratitude

The moon. The darkened mountains. Need I say more? (c) Adrie Lester 2013

February – A Poem & A Sweater

Maybe my Gift of a Year is starting to sink in – since this gift arrived last week while driving Ella to school. Plus, I finally finished the baby’s birthday sweater. Sweet. February I saw it this morning – the dark clouds mounting the sky, and the sun climbing up anyway. The wind that blew […]