Sherrell Wigal
a chapbook by Susanna Connelly Holstein, Cheryl Denise, Kirk Judd & Sherrell Runnion Wigal
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Sherrell Runnion Wigal was born, raised and still lives in West Virginia. She writes from her rock-based road roots, with an eye and ear to women and a heart honed to the spirituality in life. To read Sherrell’s poetry is to walk into a place we cannot always predict but is also somehow familiar. Her poems have appeared in many regional publications, and she is co-author of Porch Poems from Sheila-Na-Gig Editions.
Six Months After Death Has Visited
The calendar says March 23rd
the light at midday is a little brighter,
though the sky is still overcast.
I watch gilded vows in flowering forsythia
impose elation into this day.
I look at my grandson who holds
the loss of his infant, know he
has become more human
than most of us can muster.
On my kitchen counter
I view a pot of pink hyacinths
a surprise gift, and I am staggered
that I wish to see it bloom next year.
I notice my alter still holds
our September grief,
I open afternoon curtains,
add the potted plant,
lift budding devotions into this day.
Sometimes in Spring
For Susan
There are days
too magnificent for words.
Trees sacred in full blossom.
Brilliant skies writing
ancient languages across the ethers.
There are those nights
too delicate even for intimacy.
Dark soil waiting for touch.
Supple heavens singing
ancestorial songs in starlight.
In the first blue light of dawn
there are friends
who silently unfurl
their thin luna wings,
rise beyond all our imaginations.
