Annaliese Cole-Weiss
Poem
828 (1)
look down. I am becoming, more
and more
my mother. i am uprooted.
828 (2)
the valley is not inviting
it is
invitation unto itself
828 (3)
home is whichever place holds you
but then
gives you over when it’s time to
828 (4)
remember that springtime carries
with her
cause for remembrance, and for light