by Bobbi Sinha-Morey
Heaven is tossing me secrets, a waterfall of them, and I look into the patterns of my soul, the lightness of my being, a fresh beginning; I hold it close to me like I do the path of the sun and most hoped for miracles. My spirit has never been so still as it is now, and lives in the eternal lulls and waves of time. My hands smooth as young leaves, I am joyous as the embrace of the dawn or the first leap of a fawn.
Bobbi Sinha-Morey‘s poetry has appeared in a wide variety of places such as Plainsongs, Pirene’s Fountain, The Wayfarer, Helix Magazine, Miller’s Pond, The Tau, Vita Brevis, Cascadia Rising Review, Old Red Kimono, and Woods Reader. Her books of poetry are available at Amazon.com and her work has been nominated for Best of the Net Anthology in 2015, 2018, 2020, and 2021 as well as having been nominated for The Pushcart Prize in 2020.