Comments about Suzanne McNamee
Sky blows a kiss through rain and blossoms fill a patch of ground:
Warm air hugs the cold and trembles with a lover’s sound.
Leaves blanket tufts of grass as all the trees reach out in peace:
With each movement of the rake I feel harmony increase,
Motions slow as I bend down to catch the strays and stop their song
I pick up bales and move them off; the grass is calm-but not for long
Wind calls softly to the trees inviting branches to its dance.
Trees lean forward; leaves fall down, and wrap the earth in new romance.
Captured by the wind, I ‘m still a ...