Making Fire From bone by stephanie mines
Let the ash turn to gold now, Mother,
For the children of the future.
Instructions on not giving up by Ada LimóN
I’ll take it, the tree seems to say, a new slick leafunfurling like a fist to an open palm, I’ll take it all.
The Well Rising by William Stafford
The well rising without sound,
the spring on a hillside,
the plowshare brimming through deep ground
everywhere in the field—
The Gardens by Mary Oliver
You gleam as you lie back
breathing like something
taken from water,a sea creature, except
for your two human legs
which tremble
and open
I am running into a new year, lucille clifton
i am running into a new year
and the old years blow back
like a wind
To the New Year by W.S. merwin
so this is the sound of you
here and now whether or not
anyone hears it