THE WHITE BIRD
mindsinger | December 10, 2009
“I do not see anything that is familiar to me!” she cried. “And I can’t even go home for I’ve forgotten that as well!” A tear glistened on her cheek feathers.
mindsinger | December 10, 2009
“I do not see anything that is familiar to me!” she cried. “And I can’t even go home for I’ve forgotten that as well!” A tear glistened on her cheek feathers.
mindsinger | October 11, 2009
The omnipotent Mover of Mountains, who calls the stars by name and wears the heavens as a garment, loves us.
mindsinger | July 19, 2009
The tiny planet shuddered,
drew clouds around her like a garment.
“Name me!” she sighed,
“for I am lonely.”
Donna Swanson, poet, author, lyricist and artist, lives on the edge of the Great Prairie in Indiana. She has written and published seven books, soon to be eight, and is working on a chapbook trilogy of poetry introduced by Gloria Gaither. She has carved three full-size carousel figures and dozens of miniatures. Swanson writes two columns for her home-town newspaper: one for adults, Donna’s Country Roads, and one for children, Granny’s Place. Bible student and teacher of adult Bible classes for over thirty years, her poetry and prose are deeply rooted in her faith.