Poetry I Know Where This Goes August 10, 2016 A scrap of spruce bark exactly like a puzzle piece. Two rounded edges and a scoop. I know where this goes. A line of geese. A burst of wind, fanning the surface of the bay. I Know Where This Goes was last modified: July 31st, 2016 by deaconcanderson naturepoetry 0 Facebook Twitter Google + Pinterest previous post Going Fishing next post The Feast of St. Lawrence You may also like Pip and the Moon July 16, 2019 Driving Away from Shotpouch November 16, 2018 A poem I love by Kaylin Haught May 31, 2017 Patient Trust: A Prayer by Teilhard de Chardin November 21, 2018 Several Pictures of my Hair, at Different Stages November 15, 2018 Christmas Letter December 22, 2016 Thesis May 3, 2018 With an Intimate Friend October 25, 2018 Daffodils March 21, 2017 All the Branches January 3, 2017
