Potential Titles: Judy Patterson Wenzel

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The tiny orbs of our own truth - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Arcs"

Had trillions of little arcs - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Arcs"

The swirls in a thick soup - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Arcs"

Let sugar snow on my mitten - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Brussels"

Inside it whispers candlesmoke - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Brussels"

A line of melody sings soprano - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Brussels"

How far along the twisting river - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Canoe"

Let the lamb wake in the dawn - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Come Shaker Life"

Dry the damp on the horse's mane - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Come Shaker Life"

Bend light into new angles - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Come Shaker Life"

Line up brooms with triangle skirts - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Come Shaker Life"

Our long rope of broken treaties - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Holes"

Truth has its own tough memory - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Holes"

Thousands of years shimmer in the mist - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Hore Abbey"

A geometry of disparate shapes - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Hore Abbey"

Meet in perfect symmetry at the corners - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Hore Abbey"

Moss gentles my broken stones - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Hore Abbey"

Moved like gray ghosts into the port - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Lake Lessons"

To have the right tools at hand - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Lake Lessons"

As bobbing buoys in a heavy sea - Judy Patterson Wenzel "My Father Taught Me to See Ghosts"

Dark trees reaching for far stars - Judy Patterson Wenzel "New Found Land"

To scrape off the layers of history - Judy Patterson Wenzel "New Found Land"

Must find a fistful of courage - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Rectangles"

Hoarfrost sliding its palms across fields - Judy Patterson Wenzel "School Nights at the Farm"

The spark of sun on sea and snow - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Seashell"

Sharp spines worn smooth by wind - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Seashell"

A heart sewn silent - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Shape Shift"

Their three-cornered, fearful symmetry - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Shape Shift"

Triangles painted by pain - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Shape Shift"

Beat back the wild beasts of grief - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Then, They Came"

The feverfew my grandmother grew - Judy Patterson Wenzel "'Twas a Beautiful Day"

Out on the edge of the world - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Uluru"

Stands alone in its iron-red power - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Uluru"

Whose notes still braid and weave - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Venezia"

Clink against cups of remembered courage - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Who Really Stirs the World"

Spoons dip up the sugars of youth - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Who Really Stirs the World"

Under a shawl of stars - Judy Patterson Wenzel "Who Really Stirs the World"


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