Thursday Poem - Bio

I am a leaf-dance in the woods.

I am the green gaze of the ocean.

I am a cloud-splitter in the sky.

I arrived robed in red

out of nowhere and nothing.

I whisper between pages.

I disappear in the painting.

I rest between musical notes.

I awaken among strangers

in a country I never imagined.

I am timbales and bells,

a parade under your window.

I am the riddle I cannot solve,

hands on the clock's face,

seven crows on a branch.

I am the one whose footfall

changes the pattern of stars.

Dolores Stewart, from The Nature of Things

(reprinted here with the late poet's kind permission)