River Crossing

Late Summer grass

By Tim CarmichaelPublished about 16 hours ago • Updated about 16 hours ago • 1 min read

Hoof in wet river

a fly lifts, settles again

grass bends in the wind

Haiku nature poetry

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Tim Carmichael

I am an Appalachian poet and cookbook author. I write about rural life, family, and the places I grew up around. My poetry and essays have appeared in Beautiful and Brutal Things, My latest book. Check it out on Amazon

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