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Suzanne Comer Bell


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after the tree I loved was cut

 

There is a log
that divides its time
—--in lengths--—
between being 
a tree
and waiting to be
thrown on your fire.
 

© by Suzanne Comer Bell. 
Used with the author'’s permission.

 

 


 


Suzanne Comer Bell is a writer and former preschool teacher. In her twenties and thirties, she worked in book publishing, became a freelance editor, and began writing feature articles for regional magazines. As her children got older, she sought out the presence of other little ones by teaching preschool (which lasted ten years!). Over time, writing poetry became for Suzanne a spiritual practice, to enjoy the beauty of language and foster a connection with the natural world. Currently she tutors elementary-age children at her local Boys and Girls Club, enjoys hiking and mountain exploring with her family, and writes poetry most every day. Suzanne and her husband,Tom, live in Brevard, North Carolina; together they have two grown daughters who also live in the area.



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