Where O Death
this breath
the preacher said
was like God
no eye has seen
it force
the wintered stalks
to bend and nod
they remain
blandly colored
these unplanted muted
but surely rooted
stalks
sounding
Christiana Peterson
Christiana W. Peterson lives with her family in intentional community on a farm. Her days are filled with fairy dresses, muck boots, kid's songs, dirty dishes, and farm fresh food. Her poetry has also