Friday, November 15, 2019

Tag: poetry

Library Tree

The roots were mountain ranges When you were young You climbed and fell in the crevices Beneath the shade of the Library Tree First hobbling, then gaining confidence As...

Processions | A poem by Rick Leddy

My great, great grandfather Watched funeral processions Black carriages with drawn coal-hued curtains creaking finality, conjuring swirling, angry storm clouds from the clear, fragile sky He saw them on...