Toward another way.
Above and below converge at Venter’s Brook.
Spring melt finds its way to the river.
A freshwater seep at the forest’s edge.
An emerald carpet beneath the hemlocks.
As it has been, so shall it be.
Venters Brook tumbles toward the Connecticut on a golden October morning.
In a tangle over the rushing headwaters of Venter’s Brook.
And repast. Yesterday’s pigeon takes flight in another’s form.