Posted on April 4, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
This warm winter makes the creek scream like spring. I dip my hand in, as far in as my long sleeves let me Smooth stones, slick, cold life, years in my hands. My fragile blood beats, knows the water by heart. It’s good…
Category: PoetryTags: Art, Backpacking, Blog, Hiking, Life, Love, MythMultnomahMaiden, Nature, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Writing
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