The following poem was written in response to a beautiful stain glass mosaic by artist Kristin Dieng. Letting Go©Gail Lipe Standing on a hillalone, but not alone,supported, strengthenedby the trees around me. So small, insignificantin this spaceI witness the beautyas trees gift their leaves to the changing seasons,letting go of yesterday.Memories, good and bad,betrayal and […]

©Gail Lipe Water droplet imprintson my glassesThe sky swollen withdark gray cloudsI smileInside my heart dancesas mist washes awaythe drabnessand consistencyof life The slats sighresistanceas I step ontothe boardwalkRipples on the lakeslap each otheras they run awayfrom raindrops Drought exposedthick, soft mucklines the bankColorful leaves createunderwater paintings A mallard and his mateswim closerthen awaythen closerlooking […]

11/4/2022 ©Gail Lipe I was at a reading last night in which the author posed a question asking if the land speaks to you. It is amazing how much outside speaks to me! The following poem speaks of a time where the wilderness felt like home. Home Silence,my purposeful steps on the trailthe only sound,meadow […]

August 20, 2022 I read the following poem at a reading recently. It was written as I sat with my mother in the last year of her life. We sit in silence holding hands, one ancient, one old. She asks about me. I talk about work. “I love pickled liver.” “What made you think of […]

April 15, 2022 Words flow from deep inside like an ebbing tide leaving its writing in the sand They share the story of the life floundering within crying out someone hear me know that I am here

©Gail LipeShe walks down the streetoblivious to her surroundings,flower petals grab at herfrom the red blanket under her feet, unable to get her attentionfrom the day’s missionsconsuming her mind.The cascading flower budsin the unlikely treehave become partof her familiar environment,a detail disappearing into the fabric of her life.Not long ago,when she was new to this […]