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 am riding the wind, surveying the damage of the storm as if I’m a bird caught on the wind currents handed off like a baton in a relay race...
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