This last winter ground,
mantled in a paper mache cocoon
of pale, dead leaves,
gently yields
to spring’s first
ardent spikes of green
-Kevin Trammel
3/6/2022
See my books, Gathered Rain, and Between the Hours, for more poetry, art, and prose.
This last winter ground,
mantled in a paper mache cocoon
of pale, dead leaves,
gently yields
to spring’s first
ardent spikes of green
-Kevin Trammel
3/6/2022
See my books, Gathered Rain, and Between the Hours, for more poetry, art, and prose.