your skin so warm—
outside, the wild currant
blossoms into pink

Writing can be a solitary business. I sit alone with pen and notebook, while words and phrases float like feathers above my head, tantalizingly close but refusing to be captured and organized into a poem.

mind of blazing sun
heart tender as the moon
may you soar the skies.

My friend Lindsey Lane, a writer based in Austin, Texas, recently commissioned this piece for her teenage daughter. It was such a blessing to be invited to help create this expression of love.