Marye Trim

  • 12/11/2020

    Crimson is the ore of grace, divinely hued, / blessed are the bonds of tenderness / that forge together human hearts on earth...

  • 11/20/2020

    Ripples of a warm thermal pool / are constant as it bubble-bubbles on / in dawn and birdsong, dusk and sunset. / So much like the yearnings rooted deep / in every life, especially missing those...

  • 11/06/2020

    Wash the dishes, dry the dishes, / turn the dishes over. / Chant the rhyme, jump the rope, / skip with friends and keep in time. / Butterfly-butterfly, turn right around. / Butterfly-butterfly,...

  • 10/09/2020

    Socially distancing, there we each stand / in a line at the grocery store. / Up at the front and beyond us / the check-out man, tender-eyed, watchful.