Speaking Other Language By Mary Harwell Sayler What do we know of the cool brook’s rising slowly from its rock-source: trickling, winding, fading among the lilied grasses then suddenly splitting the tomb of another field where cows laze in live-oak shade, waiting good-naturedly for just such a miracle to happen? © 2012, … [Read more...]
Seasoned
Seasoned By Mary Harwell Sayler Spring came hobbling in on a stick thrown from a dog- wood tree shaken down by pollen-ridden wind. Spring came limping on knobby knees of knotted pines inflamed in their pajamas of pink azaleas. © 2012, Mary Harwell Sayler from Living in the Nature Poem, published by Hiraeth Press … [Read more...]
