Bad weather horses shake their manes
And drown the world in sheets of rain Their breath blinds windows to the light Their temper turns day into night We make small rooms out of our fear And curl the heart into a fist And hope the chimney will not fall And hope that meal was not our last And hope this sheet is not a shroud And that we didn’t hear their shrieks In the sky above the clouds. Those who don’t trust, wish they could pray, And those who pray, begin to doubt That there ever was a summer That unfurled our wrinkled souls When we ran toward each other Across meadows made of gold Where we shed the furs of winter And swam naked in a stream Where we kissed those we would never Dare to kiss outside a dream. ©2020 Anna Witte
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A little about myself:Hello there and thank you for visiting my website! I have lived in Spain, Mexico, France and the United States, but now make my home in Germany. I have a Ph.D. in Literary Studies and a Master's in TESOL, and have published several books for children, among them El Loro Tico Tango and El Fandango de Lola, a 2012 Ezra Jack Keats Honor Book. As a writer and an artist I'm in constant conversation with my own anxious mind even as I celebrate the joyful possibilities of our crazy, incomprehensible world. Archives
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