Posted on 5 September 2018
by J.S. Graustein
A poem from Jean L. French’s collection — now available in Global Edition. Incanto I call the name of rain a secret name without words. A wisp of cloud grows all day it grows cloud gathers to fullness releases, whispering back to me rain’s…
Category: FoldedExcerpt, poem, WrittenWordWednesdayTags: california, ecolinguistics, fire, folded word, incantation, incanto, Jean L French, nature, poem, Poetry, rain, WrittenWordWednesday
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