Praying with Fringes 02/10/2016 – smallest brown boat on the immense tide

February: Thinking of Flowers Jane Kenyon Now wind torments the field, turning the white surface back on itself, back and back on itself, like an animal licking a wound. Nothing but white—the air, the light; only one brown milkweed pod bobbing in the gully, smallest brown boat on the immense tide. A single green sprouting … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 02/10/2016 – smallest brown boat on the immense tide