In her new poems, the author continues to widen her search to see the beauty in the world around her, tiny trout lilies beside a creek, a slender palo blanco in her sister's garden, or in the sky as she tries to name its color. But even as she sees beauty, she struggles to understand the world's brokenness: mistreatment of native peoples, the murder of Jesuit priests in El Salvador, war and terror across the globe. She writes from the solitude of the desert while her heart and mind travel in the world of ideas.
|Publisher:||Epicenter Press, Incorporated|
|Product dimensions:||5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.36(d)|
About the Author
Mary Anne Morefield was born in the Midwest. Now she spends part of each year in Pennsylvania, New York and Arizona. After graduating from the Lutheran Theological Seminary in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, she served as Chaplain at Dickinson College in Carlisle, Pennsylvania. She lived with her husband and children on an eighteenth-century farm where she tended her sheep, rode her horse and wandered through the woods and beside the creek. She often writes of these experiences. Her first book of poetry, Earth, Grass, Trees and Stone, was published by Coffeetown Press in 2015. For more information go to: maryannemorefield.com
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Sometime it Happens When We Don’t Read Signs
This trail feels too narrow. I’m slipping
on glus going down but I don’t remember
An ant hill, red ants swarming, a hoof print,
horse manure. Surely we would have noticed
We’re heading west. We’re heading toward
the water tower. That’s too far north. How did
we get here?
How do we get to the trailhead? The sun
is sliding behind the mountain. Will we
ever get home?