it’s in the early morning that you strike me:
when the moon is sleeping just beneath the horizon
and the dew-heavy grass soaks my shoes
and the mist sticks to my skin—
Photograph by Emily McCormick
Awakening
it’s in the early morning that you strike me:
when the moon is sleeping just beneath the horizon
and the dew-heavy grass soaks my shoes
and the mist sticks to my skin—
Photograph by Emily McCormick
HOWLER LIT 