©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

“Pardon me,” said Tom T. Urkee,
“but I’d like to say a word.
Let me make this clear, not murky.
I’m a man and not a bird.

©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson

Evening falls like gentle rain
upon the weary day.
The colors fade, then flash once more
before they pass away.

©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson

Image by Vedran V. Pasalic

A woman is a tree of life;
the heavens know her grace.
In her is found an essence that
eclipses time and space.

©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

Are we condemned to take our lives for granted?
Must loss be felt (or feared) before the joy?
Does gratitude grow stale when goodness gathers,
when all is well with every girl and boy?

©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

life has a rhythm all its own
it bends and dips and flows
it moves through channels
swirls in eddies
goes and stops and goes

©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

Image by Joseph Chan on Unsplash

Americans are different
as Americans can be.
We hail from north, south, east and west…
from sea to shining sea.

©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson

our roots run
together
trunk to trunk
we rise up
bark on bark
we grow

©1999 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

 The gift is given. Will we make a space
within the cluttered circles of our lives?
As mothers, daughters, sisters, friends and wives,
will we lay hold or run an endless race?