We paused at the bridge. /
The brook, storm drunk, careened by /
jostling its banks
and
Twisted blueberry /
swathed in lichen’s pale glow and /
memories of fruit
Nearly daily sketches and other work by Heather Goff
We paused at the bridge. /
The brook, storm drunk, careened by /
jostling its banks
and
Twisted blueberry /
swathed in lichen’s pale glow and /
memories of fruit