A photograph: “Warmth” by Sarah Brooker
I CAME ACROSS a soft light. The kind of gentle glow that was inviting but speaks of an old intimacy
A word is thrown across the border,The fence dividing surmounts the highest peak.The grounds to either side are stark,But tight
By Sarah Brooker A single dropIt falls from leaf to leaf- experiencing as it goes.What a journey!What freedom to feel
