The ocean-blue bowl won’t
refuse to bruise, won’t hold it back
from the gaping earth-wounds.

There will still come
water, chill wind and happy
goosebumps,

and in the utmost corners of oaks,
leaves laughing.

Bryana Joy

Stichwörter: poetry nature grief free-verse nevertheless-come-autumn

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