Four Poems by Marianne Brems

Their Ritual   Sparrows prance on slick rock   where water bubbles  down from a fountain.  They primp and fluff  and puff their dripping chests.  They wet their heads  and rub them clean  with the undersides of wings.  They peck  and chase  and squawk at each other, their energy focused like a spear  as they jostle … Continue reading Four Poems by Marianne Brems

A Treelike Shape

By Marianne Brems   The elderly Blue Oak near my front door stands intact with bark that hugs her girth photosynthesis coursing through her veins molding the air around her into a temple for her soul.   Were she to crumble and collapse in a moment, atmosphere in the shape of a Blue Oak would … Continue reading A Treelike Shape