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
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