Ann Keiffer

All Poems

Scattered

Time to gather myself in from all the

It’s strange. When I write about or dip

Sometimes it feels less like I have a

Passage

The sun rises, the sun sets… the seasons

I fail. I miss the mark. I do

The Infinite Holy

My spiritual mentor— former nun, poet, Ph.D., delver

Reflections

I have my chair turned to the window

Sometimes amid the hum and drum and din

While I made the Mushroom Bourguignon… while I

There’s a story in my family… Aunt Peg,


For my neighbor, Eileen
Sometimes— [...]

Mothering


A dry-hot day…

and the [...]

Oh, It’s You, Life!

  
Once upon a time I [...]

Wheels of Fortune


One bright day

I saw [...]

The Alleluia Tree


Exaltation!

Jubilation!

Celebration!

The oak [...]


Some people get issued ladles [...]

Turn, Turn, Turn


The ancient words of Ecclesiastes [...]

A Life In The Knife Drawer

Big green Tupperware

bowl, my dishpan. [...]

Ordinary Rain


After years of unrelenting drought [...]

Fireflies

This crisp autumn night,

I’m cuddled [...]

Breathing In The Now


A hot, dry, breathless day. [...]

Yes-And


In improv theater

you act [...]

The Ineffable


It happens at random,

most [...]

Christmas Eve, 2020


A Christmas Eve like no [...]

A Pooling




Stopping on the sloping verge [...]

Inside-Outside the Box


I take delight in creating [...]

Acorn Twig Wisdom


Years ago, a beloved very [...]

Tangled Strands



Before [...]

Awake


Sometimes when I can’t get [...]

The Wilderness By Another Way


All my adult life I [...]