Coed Y Fron (Edge of the Forest)
Sep 4, 2018 · 1 min read
Two landscapes collide elemental.
Rain washes gently in the night through fern and leaf. Sea breeze murmurs up the hillside and scissors up from the waves and sand to the bark and grass. Two landscapes collide elemental. Salt licks the edges of my hair, lifting it into night’s loaming while I wait at the edge of the forest.

