by Terra Osterling | Mar 17, 2013 | Motivation, Poetry
Time is short now, As days grow longer. By decree! – (Though, It’s not the hurrying of clock hands Or calendar squares crossed off That makes it so.) Time is short, Never enough. And, time is long. Time is both – Time is neither. Time is, Our waiting… Our… Waiting....
by Terra Osterling | Feb 17, 2013 | How I got "here", Poetry, Writing
Groundhog, you lie. Two weeks since your optimism, Then a northeast snowmageddon. Now, this: more shoveling, base layers, And a whiteout driving home from church. From your hidey hole, Whether in Punxsutawney or under my shed, You feign to predict our meteorological...
