Wild Rose Roundabout I unfurl my face to you— now that it’s almost May. It was a juicy April with lots of wet-root days. To January and February’s sparrows and chickadees my shriveled red ancestors were food. Leaves paled and lost their grip driven crazy by November’s gales. Ripening in August heat, hard green hips… Continue reading Wild Rose Roundabout (NPM ’16-Day 29)
Violet Nesdoly 