Tag: swallows

suddenly last autumn

Poem for the Poetry Pantry

mind the gap

A last poem before I make my move and temporarily lose connection


“A violent windstorm the night before the solstice” Jim Harrions ~ Solstice Litany agrarian ancestors were thinned from the blood far too many centuries ago some four or five families back there were at least woodsmen with knotty, close-knit hands reaching for the soil, the saw,…