Forest Service
Summer Reading: Water I Gladly Drank
Berry’s poem distilled the meaning of those four summers into the clarity of spring water cupped in my hand, and elicited poignancy like the hotspots my palm had sensed hovering over ash.
Berry’s poem distilled the meaning of those four summers into the clarity of spring water cupped in my hand, and elicited poignancy like the hotspots my palm had sensed hovering over ash.
Although it’s pretty darned wintry here at R&S HQ, we thought we’d share a poem that anticipates a greener season. Enjoy “Gardens” by R&S subscriber