http://slow.writerscafe.org/naustin The original writings of author Natasha Austin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984174 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Somewhere the earth waits for changethat makes the new come forthA bit of wind or peep of sunFewer clouds to block the raysAnd grown-up children with expectant eyesTilt heads upward, and feel for a breezeInhaling the scent of green and deep soilSomewhere coats are shedLike old skins on snakes and ei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/naustin/800480/ For my son, who was three http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/naustin/797213/ I move words on a pageWebpage or printer paper Notebook paper or constructionIt matters notI move words with my handsLike a magicianI rearrange letters and position words by touchLike they are three dimensional pieces of clayAnd they obey my hand’s commandsI pick letters and words up&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/naustin/797211/ She primly sits at the wooden deskChecking inventory on a screenShe dons a blue and white flowered dressAnd square glasses that perchOn the end of her hawk’s nose Over tiny black eyes that glint with inner joyAnd knowledge of your needShe has dual streaks of gray in shiny black curls&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/naustin/797209/ The weather was all messed up, and Zoeknew why. 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