The Poetry Corner

Devastation

By Paul Cameron Brown

Little red berries are the crop of this stump tree. They are the prize stubble where little growth is come. A transplant of hair after a serious illness or after fire ravages the body's wilderness is that first sip of broth taken. Little by little, they bring cautious hope that more will stumble into other pocket crevices, the bits of life amidst the spores of stillness.