By: Sarah Pross
Gray clouds hang heavy over the ridge, almost hide scars of the burning.
Turkeys wander the yard, fan out, search for food not thrown today.
Cardinals light up trees just waking from winter sleep. I plant
bare feet in cool grass, take deep breath of early spring,
ground myself here. Roots stretch deep, flare wide,
grow thick, tangled, impossible to root out.
Sarah Pross was born, raised, and still resides in Seymour, Tennessee. She has a B.A. in English Literature from Maryville College, where she graduated in 2007. Her poetry will appear in the 2019 issue of Kakalak.