New Eyes
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking
new landscapes, but in having new eyes. —Marcel Proust
The urge to travel
has flown
Instead, I yearn
to stay home
rooted in place
see here
with new eyes
How rain
spots the walkway
and trees bend
low in the wind
thirsty roots
in prayerful praise
after an endless
season of dry
Sodden faded leaves
mute my footsteps
softening the season
the apple tree clinging
to its fruit, still bright
in the heart of winter
everywhere I look
crisp, washed clean
Just Before Green
after Barbara Crooker
Where I live
just before green
rides the early autumn,
gold summer grasses
go parched
then drab
soil loosens to dust
ground holds its breath
hills wait out the sky
fields begging for rain
when finally, it comes
the land, slaking--
a prayer calling
more! more!
Late, Late Afternoon
Rays angled low
streaming
through the trees
warm and soft
to find me resting
on a warm stone wall
an old dog, bones
soaking them in
Amrita Skye Blaine develops themes of impermanence, disability, awakening, and the state of our world. She has been writing poetry steadily since she turned seventy, and for the last four-plus years, has been writing a poem every day. Two collections came out Spring 2025. She has been published in seventeen poetry anthologies, numerous literary magazines, and is a 2025 Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net Anthology nominee. Her new collection, Bird Rising, comes out from Aldrich Press Spring 2027.
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking
new landscapes, but in having new eyes. —Marcel Proust
The urge to travel
has flown
Instead, I yearn
to stay home
rooted in place
see here
with new eyes
How rain
spots the walkway
and trees bend
low in the wind
thirsty roots
in prayerful praise
after an endless
season of dry
Sodden faded leaves
mute my footsteps
softening the season
the apple tree clinging
to its fruit, still bright
in the heart of winter
everywhere I look
crisp, washed clean
Just Before Green
after Barbara Crooker
Where I live
just before green
rides the early autumn,
gold summer grasses
go parched
then drab
soil loosens to dust
ground holds its breath
hills wait out the sky
fields begging for rain
when finally, it comes
the land, slaking--
a prayer calling
more! more!
Late, Late Afternoon
Rays angled low
streaming
through the trees
warm and soft
to find me resting
on a warm stone wall
an old dog, bones
soaking them in
Amrita Skye Blaine develops themes of impermanence, disability, awakening, and the state of our world. She has been writing poetry steadily since she turned seventy, and for the last four-plus years, has been writing a poem every day. Two collections came out Spring 2025. She has been published in seventeen poetry anthologies, numerous literary magazines, and is a 2025 Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net Anthology nominee. Her new collection, Bird Rising, comes out from Aldrich Press Spring 2027.
