In Bloom, Where the Meadow Rises – Nathaniel Perry Do you remember when the sky burned down its wick of light as an April cold came on the evening of your fifth day in the world? Of course you don’t, you couldn’t even hold your head up yet, much less begin to think to hold … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Nathaniel Perry
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