ALONG the drive, we enter into the mountains, where roads cut deep. Bare ground is exposed, vulnerable as a human GROIN, where wounds can be fatal. I look and imagine erosion, tumbling rocks as evidence of this injury. My eye is drawn to the signs of healing, where trees are filling in, roots have GROWN, like scar tissue holding the broken parts together.

Georg’ann

Nature imprinted

BEGIN climbing wooded path
grumble and GROAN, alas
carry little one on my back

Begin climbing wooded path
exclamations of joy, converse
GROWN women side by side

Heather