Susan Smith Nash



I think of only things

when they tell me “no” –

My mind flies in circles

I must be alone,

or so I think.


You attract me,

You surprise me –

I must be alone,

Is that what you think?


Ponderosa pine cones

& needles crackling underfoot

release the scent of sap

and freedom –


It snows

Limbs break

So it goes

Hearts ache


Around the hot springs

the grass is always green

as in the middle of my dreams.