The leaf on the edge
of the porch is
a gentle reminder
how seasons change,
how one form morphs
into another,
how beauty doesn’t
always dance in the wind,
how the leaf says, “I am you,
you are me.” How I have
to agree.
-Byron Hoot
North/South brings Poets and Artists together to further encourage Poetry and the Arts in the Appalachian region and supports Reconnecting McDowell. For electronic/print publication information contact nosoappalachia@gmail.com
I pulled into the driveway, walked to the porch, knocked on the door, thought I heard wolves howling inside, a guttural, “I’m coming” as t...
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