Poetry Porch: Poetry


By Kathryn Liebowitz

For clothes I stitched some leaves
For voice I took the thrush
For legs, the deer; for heart
the crimson flower

For song I claimed the mocking birdís
that calls from out of reach
For pulse I took the newbornís
For loss, the autumn leaf

For hope, the wrenís return
to doorways in the trees
For soul I sought the stone
to take me for its own


Copyright © 2008 by Kathryn Liebowitz.