Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Old branches

Winter clips leaves 

until stark things pierce the atmosphere,

it is easier to see thorns & twigs in used up nests,

easier to see wing tips in flight as they dive around

old branches 

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Published by Kimberly Vargas Agnese

My name is Kimberly Vargas Agnese, though I've previously written as Kae Bucher. I was born in the Florida Keys, but grew up in the Bay Area before migrating south to the San Joaquin Valley. As I ride barefoot around Fresno, I consider the paths I've chosen and the crossroads where our country seems to have perched itself. Thanks to my Romani ancestry, many people groups reside within me and my poetry tends to reflect this. I love welcoming the sunrise with my Native American flute. I've been rumored to juggle while teaching students how to write. And if you can't find me, I'm probably hanging out with Jesus listening to parables.

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  3. While this definitely expresses the physical of the seasons, I see a reminder that sometimes the difficult seasons in our lives can help us see the wonderful details we might not be able to see without those times… Again, well communicated!

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