Sharlene Zeederberg


Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.


The Silver Fox

The old silver fox laid down his head Burrowed down and took one last breath Before falling into an eternal slumber, The peaceful sleep of the dead. They gathered around his fallen form And crying a river of tears, told his life stories Which fell like rain on to the place where he lay BeneathContinue reading “The Silver Fox”

I have never started a poem whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.

Robert Frost