Miraculous
The waggling wind weaving through
Waving grasses
The baked browns of autumn
And the crisp crackle of wayside leaves
Miraculous
The baby bud and the bouncing blue jay
Youth in all its greenery
And age in all its bloomery
Miraculous
There is no such thing as “the little things”
Published by Stephanie Agnes-Crockett
Hi, there! My name is Stephanie and I’m a Fresno, CA native. After studying at Biola University, I received my MLIS (Masters in Library Science) from San Jose State University. I live with my mom, poet Kimberly Vargas Agnese, and serve as her unofficial agent. We reside at MeadowArc, a food forest in its infancy. I am called to, and passionate about, purity. In fact, the name Agnes means “pure.” Before I was born, my mom felt led to include the name Agnes in her name, and in the names of her children. My full, hyphenated name includes 26 letters (but not the whole alphabet). View more posts
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