Poet Jane Hirshfield said "... the feeling I have about poem-writing (is) that it is always an exploration, of discovering something I didn't already know. Who I am shifts from moment to moment, year to year. What I can perceive does as well. A new poem peers into mystery, into whatever lies just beyond the edge of knowable ground."
I bring a different poem to the writing classes each week, not only to inspire but to introduce new poets to the group members.
Green Giving by John Steffler
This green shower caught in the arms of the wind, green memory of rain after the rain has passed: young elm leaves fountaining down slight boughs, green fingerprints, like notes sprayed out of the grand piano by Debussy’s hands, gracing my window, armfuls cast from above, green giving, sparrows plunge in, deft brown strokes of the feathered brush, finding the shadows that wait for them like cool suits of clothes. ~ from That Night We Were Ravenous (McClelland and Stewart, 2007)