The Book's Edge
- Annie Rose Writes
- Jun 23, 2021
- 1 min read
Updated: Jun 29, 2021
A plume of feathers
where fingertips coax
flight
life
Glimpsed scribbles
spring up
dance
Imprint shadows
on closed eyes
Like a lover's back
brown
in firelight
Freckled
by
tea spots
experience
The book's edge—
Here, a lush garden rests
Inside—a picnic of words
