clay pots in the kiln
earth, fire, time . . .
tonight we open the door!
clay pots in the kiln
earth, fire, time . . .
tonight we open the door!
This morning
hanging in the pines
third moon
.
Last night the moon hid
alone among the branches
.
--Kortney Garrison
From her chapbook, Every Broken Year
This morning
hanging in the pines
third moon
.
Last night the moon hid
alone among the branches
.
--Kortney Garrison
From her chapbook, Every Broken Year