second poem in our fall collection, Ourselves and the Leaves.
Hey. . .
You don’t have to hold your bretath anymore. Our feelings about this fall and this year can be complicated. All of us and our worst what ifs can’t stop the spring.
Grace
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I am a Storytelling Poet bringing you beautiful tales of life as a woman, gardener & mother. I share personal prose often examining time and the poignant moments found in the day-to-day. Sour wild grapes, sentimentality, homemade Iced Earl Grey Lattes (the kind with brown sugar), sand, Thanksgiving, strong coffee, chickens, going barefoot, and fresh-born baby goats are a few of my favorite things in this life! So welcome to the blog and all the stories that bring us closer together if only we tell them. -S.V.F. View all posts by Sierra V. Fedorko
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