is the way
they expose
the soft belly of dirt,
the clinging
ropes of root.
Tree crowns
splayed
against
the new side
of the hill,
face downslope ...
grit in the teeth.
Water-smooth
trails
transect ribs
broken
by the momentum
of rock
and sludged silt,
deep grains of grief
and loss.
more from the author
-
The sheep have moved to higher ground
- May 4, 2017
-
This marriage
- Jun 2, 2016
-
Lupine
- Jun 25, 2015
- More »
Latest in Poetry
Covid-19
All | UPDATE YOUR BUSINESS INFO
Readers also liked…
-
On the roof next-door
- Jul 2, 2020
