Sky Haiku
Drizzling into the day, sweat of an overworked sky. -Katherine Gotthardt
Bearing the burden of all the right things, honesty’s fragile fingers. -Katherine Gotthardt Photo by Benjamin Ranger on Unsplash
Age grow in at the edges, each experience white, baby-fine. Try not to judge these wispy years while we become
And there, amidst the mange, a tranquil tuft of growth, baby-haired, white. The whole world hummed, as if it, too,
By Katherine Gotthardt  Mornings, I want to write deeply, delve into the beak of the cardinal by my window,
We women of certain age have seen some things. But we don’t always tell. We tuck lessons learned into our
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It has been too long/since I’ve felt an infant’s cheek
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