If the heron comes in low over the marshes, if it shadows the car as you drive west toward the sea, breakwater holding the lip of the coming tide at bay while the autumn sun cast one gold and pink sheen over the grasses like a spell, like all the secrets you tell yourself while… Continue reading Cusp by Melanie Braverman
Tag: nature
Twig Alphabet
This is from Geof Huth’s blog DBQP. It’s an alphabet made of winter twigs. In case you don’t know Geof, he’s the EmCee of VisPo.
Robin Reagler 