Tag: trout

• Trout

  When I think I want to be a kind of soul released from my body of suffering into the air between airs, one who’s floating over a great river beyond Time’s so-called beginnings and endings, always in a constant state of play, curiosity, and letting go within a morning mist that’s hiding trout that rise […]

  Chris Russell

  November 23, 2021

  Free Verse Poetry

  Ant, Autobiographical poems, chair, Furniture poems, mayfly, meditation poems, mist, river, trout