Here is Tera’s poem (the one I chose to respond to of the four she shared with me) along with my piece. In working on my piece, I allowed the imagery and emotional tone of the poem to stimulate my imagination.
A Walk With Sadness
by Tera Freese

Sadness sits in my lap
like a small child —
Brown tears, hot plum breath.
Standing, I zip her up,
safe inside my coat
like an infant in a sling.
Look, I whisper — the white
legs of birch,
The lake’s many ice rafts
rising and falling
on her huge abdomen,
The yellow globe of moon
winding with the trail.
There, the cold ripples of ice
resemble an elephant’s trunk,
The slight thaw having dripped and froze again
two massive wings
growing from the steep silver cliff.
and — look — bright Venus
Like a place you visited
long ago and are waiting
to return to.
I keep still — and – like a carpet
rolling outward into shimmers
of sky, like all of the sages
reaching back through
fields of time —
Sadness unfolds and
is gone.