Shedding their seasons
Deep within me.
Undisturbed this long time
Dry and fallen
Share their private pain with me.
Their veins no longer hold nectar
Once extracted from the learning tree
A wishing hand reaches out to them
And in discomfort, they blow and bend.
But from the shedding
Comes a Light
Upon new buds
Birthing fresh gleanings
From old reasons
Whose death was not in vain.
Nanci first began writing poetry when she was fifteen years old. She recalls sitting alone on the deck of her mother’s house where, on moonlit nights, she would feel so overwhelmed with the pang of romance of the moon’s holy invitation that it was too much for her to keep inside. Nanci realized she had to express her feelings and experiences even if only for a piece of paper to see. And when it came out onto the paper she felt real, poignant and a sense of release.
Nanci Stoeffler was born in New Jersey, grew up in Indiana and now resides in Kansas City, Missouri. She attended Cincinnati Christian University where she received a degree in Biblical studies with a psychology emphasis. Along with writing poetry, Nanci also enjoys creating expressionistic artwork, singing, playing the djembe drum and "exploratory driving".