Monday, January 29, 2018

the streambank

another death . . .
I follow a path
thick with oak leaves
turning into soil,
nourishing the roots

rose hips 
and holly berries 
in deep green hedgerows
winter quickens its wings

the brook
vanishes beneath the earth
to rise again
in a spatter of bluets 
. . .  this runnel of hope

~Ribbons 12:2, spring/summer 2016

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