Green Grass & Scarlet Columbines - Selected Poems by Eric Linden
Two timeworn sentinels in Chicken Gulch stand pockmarked, weather-beaten, grey and worn, with bark that years ago returned to mulch by Mother Nature’s warmth or fickle scorn. A throng of crimson columbines appears beneath their broken limbs, a beacon light that signals summer’s optimistic cheers in contrast to those guardian’s… Continue reading