The Gift Kissing you beside the little fire that could, river rushing past, and the sky deep with so many stars. My heart grows quiet with such abundance. Poems by Lisa Sitkin:
The Gift
Kissing you beside the little fire that could, river rushing past, and the sky deep with so many stars. My heart grows quiet with such abundance.
Poems by Lisa Sitkin:
Wanting Sandra Swim All Along We Were Woven Turning I have never Love Poems The Bookbinder's House, Selvole The Limit of Literature Nightsong The Forest Cycle (excerpts) My Grandmother's Heart Why I Love Swimming The Gift Asia's Hands Solitaire Anchor
TIMES TEN: An Anthology of Northern California Poets