Jeanne B. Cushman Poems

Today, space between yesterday
and tomorrow, this nowness
may bloom, blossom, or blow away.
...

Dense fog shrouds the ocean's beach
To make a private world for us.
We walk on sand at water's reach
And leave the public world to fuss.
...

A gift of pieces has always been mine,
Errands to run, along brooks and through pines,
Tasks in fragments to take and refine,
Fruits to gather from deserts and vines.
...