by Jenifer Cartland
Pond shines back moonlight outlining hemlock branches turtle slips beneath.
Jenifer
Towering hemlocks, rings of light stirring the pond, silent as the moon.
Towering hemlocks surround an emerald pasture. A small barn sits on the eastern end
Two feet of snow for three months have finally melted and revealed
My well is empty; it may not be filled again. Yet in its emptiness
Inside the bud mere tissue paper
Poems from in between 