Come Closer
COME CLOSER ©Betty Luceigh, 1999 Atop a barren hill I stood, before the gentle wind, when first I heard the …
Tag Archives: Poetry
NAMING FEARS
NAMING FEARS Betty Luceigh July 2015 I call out your names, Fears of Mine, loud and clear for myself to …
The Hawk
THE HAWK Betty Luceigh, July 2015 Being with Earth on a summer morning before the heat of day arose, …
Sitting with Spirit
SITTING WITH SPIRIT Betty Luceigh, 6/2015 I sit this early summer morning, sense heat on skin, sweat in socks. I …
Trash-Day Shadow
TRASH-DAY SHADOW ©Betty Luceigh, 3/29/15 On trash-day in the country, bears and raccoons play dictators to put trash out only …
The Touch of Kindness
THE TOUCH OF KINDNESS Betty Luceigh, c. 2005 When your hand touches me gently, your palm offering a resting place …
Comings and Goings
COMINGS and GOINGS Betty Luceigh, Feb 12, 2015 Is it so obvious? Comings and goings? The sun comes above eastern …
IN MEMORY OF GREG
(This is offered in memory of a wonderful person and as an act of caring to his wife, my cousin. Ellen, I am so, …
Truffle Truth
(I wrote this piece about 30 years ago after I learned what a truffle was. Great for a metaphor, I …
Can’t Sleep
CAN’T SLEEP Betty Luceigh, Jan. 9, 2015 Can’t sleep tonight. I keep myself awake asking “why?, why?, why?” as if …
