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 ForestContinue reading “Poem: Arroyo Creek”

Poem: A Nod to Frost

  A Nod to Frost by Shannon P. Laws   The woods are lovely dark and deep There are hidden treasure chests to keep A stranger blocks my trail so narrow the shadow falls once pierced by sparrow Feeding on gnats in the twilight spaces I see my face on the faces Along the ways of search and find great friends there areContinue reading “Poem: A Nod to Frost”