©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson

photo by Francesca Woodman

Sometimes, life’s colors spin away and set us spinning, too.
The air about us thickens, and we lose our point of view.

©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson

photo by Caroline Knopf

Away and away to the black-bottomed sea
sailed her man on a whim and a wave.
“No creature above or below escapes me!”
was the promise his blushing bride gave.

©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson

art image by Adolphe Valette, Rooftops Manchester

I went to England once.
London, not Manchester.
Rained cold, a bit sideways.
Dark, dreadful, dingy.
Under the weather.
I ran watered streets.
Unbooted, blithely undone.
Up, down, willy nilly.
Slowed through Piccadilly.
Magic.

©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson

To love a child is bliss complete,
her feisty ways, his squishy feet,
his face alight, her brown eyes dancing,
a wave goodbye while backward glancing.

©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson

image by Julie Tupas on Unsplash

Oh, how I love a fledgling year,
wiped free of gloom and haze,
where all the calendar is clear
to mark in sunny days.

©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson

image by Stephane Juban on Unsplash

When every guest has taken leave,
and gifts are all unwrapped and gone,
I take a little time to grieve
before good memories linger on.

©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson

The creatures of the forest
were gathered all around.
The day was Christmas morning.
Soft snow lay on the ground.

©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson

image by Tim Henninger on
churchofjesuschrist.org

A child was given to the world
one perfect, starlit night.
He came to bless us with His truth
and fill our souls with light.
He was the Son of God and Mary,
human yet divine,
the only One who had the pow’r
to take your sins and mine.