A winter river sheds its skin
like a shark loses its teeth.
Frost-bites its own tongue,
nipping Coyote's nose as he drinks from
the banks and gnaws the
four bony ankles of Doe,
whose legs traverse
the inky vein in the earth.
Rushes earthwards like
an open valve amongst
the blazing, bloody dogwood;
the steady heart of a dormant world
announces itself--
alive, alive, alive
-Samantha Lucchetta
Sam is a hobbyist environmental writer. She spends her time aimlessly wandering around the ravines surrounding her home and trying to string words together.
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