Coming up roses

“The gift we can offer others is so simple a thing as hope.”—Daniel Berrigan

All day long
I hold people
in my hands
tucked away
I find their
and fear
and pain
and wishes

Stacy Liddle

Tree with a heart

“Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.”― Czesław Miłosz

I have come to love
life’s turning points
instead of armor
we learn to grow resilience
when it takes root
it is a very hardy plant
good in all climates.

On some days
it will warn us
to seek protection
on other days
it will advise to
weather the storm
with open arms.

Stacy Liddle

Still life

“And in an age of constant movement, nothing is more urgent than sitting still.” —Pico Iyer

I drop a pebble
into my own depth
when it hits
I feel the ripple
spread out
into liquid light
no flashlight needed
for this journey.

With my lips
pressed to the ground
Mother earth
rolls onto
my every breath
shows me
the face I had
before I was born.

Stacy Liddle

Amid the tallest trees

“It is not a daily increase, but a daily decrease.  Hack away at the inessentials.” ―Bruce Lee

I found it
just as I
was catching
my breath

amid the tallest trees
the infinite blue ridges
shining brilliant in the suns light
a guide on my horizon

made of stone
and yet
it opened up
like a petal

polished free
of yesterdays regret
I found
an illumined heart

Stacy Liddle


Blue Ridges

“We are surrounded by story.” —Alice McDermott

Appalachian Trail, Georgia

I have been
this kind of day
when I can send
my eyes
open wide.

Stacy Liddle 9/30/2017

Before the storm

“Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others.”― Pema Chödrön

The air stills
sending goosebumps
up and down your arms
with a quick glance
you notice the sky
well before evening
sneaking into its darker
shades of gray and black
the entire meadow
feels like it stands up taller
as if reaching
to shake hands
with the incoming rain.

Stacy Liddle 9/20/2017


Changing seasons

“The earth has music for those who listen.” —William Shakespeare

The lake showcases
a haunting display
of misty wisps
it lowers the lights
to settle you
into the new mood
of shorter evenings
can you feel the air
pulling you in tight
for its next dance?

Stacy Liddle 9/8/2017

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