Posted on September 2, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
Along the upper stream, in the summer mountains, the witches watch. Back in the city, they call them old growth. Each one has their own assortment of spells. Once you learn that fact, you realize why the forest looks as it does And if…
Category: PoetryTags: 19th Photography, Art, Blog, Forest, Life, Love, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Spells, Trees, Wilderness, Witches, Writing
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