Tipton Poetry Journal
where it will end. He sits in the garden at evening, remembers how it was before he made the point he was their Father.
Burning Bush Nancy Pulley It appears like God to Moses, a fiery whoosh of the unknown, a peek at blaze. until all thought of winter is sucked into its bonfire and bones are fired, eyes reflect the red of desire and of ripe fruit, the crimson of blood running fast towards winter. Tiny tongues of leaves burn one deciduous spark at a time. Such brazen flair with loss in the air. How soon you will forfeit everything to the north wind. Take heat when it comes, a flame of spirit at the edge of frost, passion in a land of spare and boney branches.
Nancy Pulley has poems published in Flying Island, Passages North, Plainsong, The Sycamore Review, Arts Indiana Literary Supplement, and the Humpback Barn Festival collection. In 1992 she won the Indiana Writerâ€™s Center Poetry Chapbook contest, resulting in the publication of her Tremolo of Light. Nancy lives in Columbus, Indiana.