Walking alone by the roadside, I meander…
Yes, sometimes you just have to take the leap and I did just that.
Late morning writing time…now just need to open up the journal a few more pages in. My writing inspiration this morning combines the summer sun, tea, a well worn journal and beyond these things lies gardens of flowers and a rugged mountainside. More gardening… Continue Reading “Late Morning in June”
Peonies from the garden on the Ridge. The deep pink ones?
Sun Dancer The dawn moon quiets my mysterious wonder into a deep palette of soft watercolors.
Early winter has descended upon us in Colorado. A November blizzard and more since then has brought us into a season of quiet and white sooner than expected. In a world outside of quiet snowfalls, it is joyful to walk among summer and autumn… Continue Reading “Late Afternoon in Early Winter”
A very special poem from my poetry collection Journey On: Beauty And Grit Along the Way. It was one of those poems that came to me so easily…I love when writing a poem can actually be almost effortless. This one was: Remnant You found… Continue Reading “Remnant”
Let us walk, along the mountain coast under clouds light as springtime air. There are no cares from the pouring rain that soak our way. Skies of denim blue nudged by the sea’s wind remind us to leave behind heartache and hurdle. I take… Continue Reading “A Walk with the Clouds”
I found this quote on a blog from the New Yorker and wondered what others think of this. Not having everything electronically at your fingertips allows for a level of serendipity that I value and encourage in life, especially when traveling. I think with… Continue Reading “Tech vs Serendipity”
I am greeting September with a quiet poem for my readers. The bustle of summer is now past. Here in Colorado our mornings begin with chilled autumn like temperatures. Spots of orange are appearing on the scrub oak and the aspens are tinged with… Continue Reading “”
In these last days of August, I take a look back at a summer moment tracing the thread of beauty on a coastal road somewhere in New England… Morning Migration In the quiet tidal marsh, along a coastal road lined in Queen Anne’s Lace,a… Continue Reading “”
August 8, 2014 by annablakegodbout I am often asked why I have chosen to write poems instead of novels, short stories and essays in my writer’s life. My answer is not a complicated one: Because I want to. Because it lets me… Continue Reading “Why I Write Poetry”
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