Tag: poem

• Wondrous new

  O wondrous, wondrous new — stone pressed from green blue, red, gray white fragments appear richer in the sun and water, cool in my palm as I wipe sand away, study your shape, your rough edges now smooth, test your weight, wonder of your old, old start, if there was one at all or if…

  Jenifer

  August 11, 2015

  Ancient, Garden, Meditation, Memory, Nature, Pentwater

  poem