Categories: Pyramid Poetry
My house sings to hold
By: Loretta Shriver
Albuquerque, NM
My house sings to hold
you here
Your light shines out the
windows
And brightens the sun.
Join me here and turn
your face to the sun.
I am the wind at dawn
that gently moves the
leaves
The wind that touches
your face
And softly caresses your
hair
I am the wind
And you are me
And we are all one
Welcome!
– Loretta Shriver
Albuquerque, NM
Untitled poem; title taken from its first line.
Topics: Heightened Awareness, New Mexico, Poetry
Originally appeared in: Fall 1989