
like a down sleeping bag
it unfolds in a gentle roll
the water whispers
wait
there it is again
in the hush
birds call
a tree rustles back
it can’t be spoken
go to the shore–
listen
–Deb Johnston
like a down sleeping bag
it unfolds in a gentle roll
the water whispers
wait
there it is again
in the hush
birds call
a tree rustles back
it can’t be spoken
go to the shore–
listen
–Deb Johnston