Poem: Arroyo Creek

Arroyo Creek by Shannon P. Laws   The death berries are still The holly berries are hidden The blackberries I grab by the handful Bunches unprotected by spiders not yet eaten by robins Deeper I travel into this old growth grove Lay my body down at these roots of Lady Cedar, she accepts it ForestContinueContinue reading “Poem: Arroyo Creek”