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 Prayer February 8, 2018 Jesus is Given as the Rain June 26, 2019 Several Pictures of my Hair, at Different Stages November 15, 2018 A Poem by Maya Angelou February 21, 2017 A Question for the Stream December 8, 2016 You Never Know January 18, 2018 Falling Back June 30, 2015 Proof January 31, 2017 Beauty Calls US May 25, 2018 Uncle Wally Feeds His People September 9, 2017
