©2014 Susan Noyes Anderson

image by Ailbhe Flynn on Unsplash

Just when I think that I can see
all of the angles that are me,
another flashes into view
and makes me question what I knew.

©2014 Susan Noyes Anderson

Autumn in Madeira by Jacek Yerka

Fall is a cozy season, made
to match my patchwork house.
What better spot for cider hot,
doughnuts for man
and holes for mouse?

©2014 Susan Noyes Anderson

Starry Night by Alex Ruiz

In the mind or in the meadow,
we must find our starry night.
From the green hills or the ghetto,
we are moved to set things right.

©2014 Susan Noyes Anderson

image by my very cute granddaughter, Melina
I love her use of color and texture to bring her vision to light.
She seems to have captured my own vision quite perfectly.

Moths are drawn to light
and so am I,
wings awave against
the darkened sky.
Free to fly yet
bound by naked need,
anchored to a source
I won’t concede.

©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson

Love has an underbelly.
(Yes, my darling, even ours.)
There beneath the hearts and flowers
lie the burrs and scars.

©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson

Image by Anita Schiller from His Children

We make of Life an enemy or friend,
depending on our hospitality…
our choice to welcome Her or let Her be,
our right to denigrate or to defend.

©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson

image by Anita Schiller from His Children

A merry heart will not be bound
by winter snow or frozen earth.
No weathered brow or soil-stained cheek
can quell the buoyant lines of mirth.

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

R. A. D. Stainforth

A river flows around the bend;
no man can see what lies ahead.
What mysteries does this portend
to fill my heart with hope or dread?