from the lovely prose poem Shroud, by Erin Moure, published in @Columba: “…to set sail in the wind of the scent of the first blade of oat of the first spring as it rose out of the soil of the first field.” Go read the whole thing!
from the lovely prose poem Shroud, by Erin Moure, published in @Columba: “…to set sail in the wind of the scent of the first blade of oat of the first spring as it rose out of the soil of the first field.” Go read the whole thing!