Washed in the water
My edges are smoother
Like driftwood
Baptized
By nature’s holy water
I soften
Refreshed
With a newfound sense
To flow
Not resist
A place I return to
Often
Whenever
I seek renewal
Poem by Felicia White
I live in a small town in the NEK of Vermont with my family. I recently found my way back to writing. It has helped me through one of the greatest losses of my life. Writing about nature and being in nature has been my medicine.