Reach

Reach

I am taken in

by the height

of the trees.

Crane my neck,

lift my chin

as high as

it will go

to see how

they reach for

the sky.

So enamored

am I that

I pass by

the branches that

reach out to

one another.

Links

Her Art: Who Does She Think She Is? March 15-April 19

Her Art Artists: Who Do They Think They Are?

Sandra Moran Radio Book Club--Head-Aptaker April 13

Natural Companions Video

Art of Improvisation Video Aug. 31

Jazz Improv and Poetry Video April 5 

Kansas Time + Place

Poetic Asides

Academy of American Poets Poem-A-Day