I. Summer opens wet and green: foolish as first love. Each leaf unfurls, fearless of frost. It cannot imagine such a thing as Winter. ***
Tag: green
a promise, left on a park bench in the frost …
…I had it already prepared: the words inked on the shiny green undersides of six acuba leaves, with their brilliant gold speckles. I stuck a hand in my pocket and ran a thumb over their leather skins.
Yes. This place. This…
