A Poem for a Poet February 10, 2019July 17, 2022 ~ shoreacres departure Woods walker, wanderer, wisdom seeker: she willed us along beneath willows and oaks toward the life-giving water of words. See, she says, how they rise and flow ~ quenching imagination’s thirst, flooding away darkness from our eyes. Comments always are welcome. My etheree was written in response to Mary Oliver’s death. For more information on the form, a syllabic poem that, at its most basic, contains ten lines and a total of fifty-five syllables, please click here.