E.D. Blodgett

“late in the afternoon
deer drift toward the bank gazing with wakeful eyes
at houses that throughout
the day start to rise
as if the wind among the leaves
the river flowing past
had strangely come to rest no farther place to reach”
― E.D. Blodgett, Poems for a Small Park

“beauty from summer falls unnoticed through ravines
that from the river reach deeper through the earth
where silence unadorned rises in our hands”
― E.D. Blodgett, Poems for a Small Park