Poetry: Chlorophyl

April 16, 2012

Reading Time: < 1 minute By:  Tess Bybee   The Night says: “enough of this” to me, and lays me to sleep on the grass beneath the trees. The wind kisses each leaf, going from one to another with no disruption of peace. An insect crawled on my sleeve, and pushed it’s space into my space.   I sat up, […]