September 25, 2006 by Melanie Alberts.

harvest moon…
remember the night of promises
we made between
rows of abundance,
and seasons of long wanting

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September 22, 2006 by Melanie Alberts.

cool morning…
on a stone window sill
made for sitting

facing up, facing down
leaves broad as soup bowls
in the wet grass

etched into one
of the thousand Sanctuary stones:
MEXICO

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September 12, 2006 by Melanie Alberts.

summer drought ends…
of all my sweaters
the one knitted
by hand in Yorkshire
smells like rain

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September 8, 2006 by Melanie Alberts.

bright morning moon…
a bowl of yogurt
cools my hands

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September 4, 2006 by Melanie Alberts.

I found this in my edition of the Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. I don’t recall when I wrote it and it’s certainly not finished but it was fun to find…

AFTER EMILY DICKINSON

Partake as doth the Bee
Abstemiously.
The Rose is an Estate–
In Sicily.

Or on some other bare island
where pleasure’s rare:

in stone love palaces
where children chase pets

down cold corridors, trip
down the stairs. An icy

buzzers rings for dinner.
Soup is cold and there’s no mother

to correct posture, frown.
There’s just yourself. Adjust

your shoulders and look
sternly around.

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