(From Chapter 31 Grove of the Patriarchs)
These words,
Heralds of what’s to come
Crawl under my skin
Like an army on the move.
A battalion of rumor
A rear guard of whispers.
I grasp, finally, the incursion,
The stone cold double deal.
Jessica Rush
Hazel Homestead
Making do, one day at a time
Hazel Homestead 