The First Turning
Rain on the Woodpile
–-This poem reflects on autumn rain passing over a woodpile prepared during summer, darkening the grain and gathering around the stored fuel…
The First Turning
–-This poem reflects on autumn rain passing over a woodpile prepared during summer, darkening the grain and gathering around the stored fuel…
The Long Light
–-This poem reflects on the quiet clarity that follows a summer rain, when the world feels cooled, washed clean, and briefly made…
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