Come away, human child, for the world is more full of leaves than you can ever know.
Come away to where the blackberries grow
Step in, step in deeper, into shadow. There are more fruits there, hidden, sweet, and black.
Who and what were in this world?
Crows saying, autumn's coming. autumn's coming. I know that, crows. I know. I can read cool drenching dews and sharp skies too, you know. I know what blackberries mean.
Also titmice, singing one minute and raising an alarm the next. And something t...
Published on July 30, 2012 13:31