Three poems by Sara Wright

Spirits of the Forest In Forest Presence I listen,  leaves and needles rustle Voices Hum inside Hemlock bark  sounding if only humans  would listen Incantations  erupt beneath the forest floor wrapped in a tapestry of threads millions of miles of… Read More ›

Butterfly Wounding by Sara Wright

Bittersweet orange invokes wounding past torment endured at the hands of those who would harm. Air is lightened, cleansed by absence Trees rejoice Slaughter shifts perspective  Despair presses Diamond. Fritillary seeks  her flower lover in waiting Tongue seeking.