Darlene Witte

Darlene Witte

Professor of Education, (retired) at Johnson State College in Vermont leads the Green Mountain Writers' Poetry & Performance workshop that meets on Zoom each month on the 1st and 3rd Tuesdays at 7 PM ET. Find out more at https://www.meetup.com/green-mountain-writers

Teddy Bear Tea

This sleep-friendly blend is warm in spirit and friendly like a teddy bear when you’re getting ready for bed. Hug yourself while you drink a cup. Method: Place a teaspoonful of mixture into infuser basket or tea ball; add hot…

Sunshine & Flowers

Here’s a cheerful afternoon herbal tea… a relaxing, refreshing brew. Enjoy this tea with friends on a sunny afternoon in the summer garden or on a winter day when you want to remember the joys to come soon. Method: Place…

Triple Mint Blessing

This is a pleasant, refreshing, everyday brew. I grow three kinds of mint in my garden: Spearmint, chocolate mint and a mild mint that’s locally known as “apple mint.” I harvest and dry enough to fill 2 large jars of…

An End to Tears

dancing, we long stepped past each otherbowing, we stepped so carefully, gracefully, our truthnothing more than an evasive minuet of mirrors we were blind, seeing our own innerdistortions born out of cracked hope anger brought us to this:we built despairwe…

A Sparrows’ Rosary, May, 2017

under the apple treessparrows chatter whilepecking out their prayers fluttering from branch to branchthey release the sacred messagesyou tucked under their wingsas you lay dying you’ve left me nowthe sparrows praymy heart fills with grief inconsolable the birds flutter past,…

Learning to Walk Free

Trauma. Tragedy. They come to all of us in life. For me, they came while I was very young. Learning how to walk free of the effects of emotional loss has taken persistent faith in the underlying goodness of the…

A Refuge of Wings

For the children of Syria (R. W. Emerson, “It is in rugged crises, in unbearable endurance, and in aims which put sympathy our of the question, that the angel is shown.”) While Damascus burns her Angel waits. We watch, the…

A Poem for the Pandemic

The old world dies, the new waits. . .All the Poets have gone quiet.They’re hushed. Listening as the old ghosts gather. How they shiver. . . do you hear their dark chants fade? They emptymind from mind. Do you hear…