Posted on August 3, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
I cup my hands Dipping them into Cliff Creek…and am Taken back… by The clearness of the water So, I peer into the forest, for The creek’s source, The Coast Range. Realizing its spring is So near the cliff, that Plunges this newly born…
Category: PoetryTags: Forest, Hiking, Love, Nature, Poem, Poetry, Water, West Coast, Writing
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