Time Stops Here

(First published in Pidgeonholes Magazine Vol. 12) Angled feathers cut rippling wounds through the waterWhere edges bleed with the dark, webbed memory of its veins.No diaphanous boundary converts weary wanderer to dark invader,Yet the air welcomes my visit with the rustling bow of the treesAnd the bleak, icy song of the wind that croons,“Welcome. Here, […]