Surrender

Posted on February 19, 2022 by ktrammel

I’ve felt the soft surrender
in the night when the wind
comes down low and cold-shoulders
its way across the lawn
and into the old woods by the orchard.

I hear her in there crying
over a stone she cannot move.

-Kevin Trammel
2/16/2022

About ktrammel

Author of Gathered Rain, and Between the Hours, which can be found on Amazon. Read more on my sites, Flowerwatch.net, or sophilos.net
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