Penitent Heart

Shrouded in fog she alone breathes.

Penitent heart her companion,

these quiet banks

these distilled streams.


Sequestered fortnight memories

casting to the fray.

Mountain waters a canvas

of painted colored dreams.


Old letters written 

a tempted siren’s song.

These secret places traveled 

the caviled cost of love.

Erin Woodward

Erin Woodward is a freelance writer living amongst the wide open Kansas prairies. Erin enjoys the writings of Monte Burke and David McCullough. He can be found trekking the woods in search of his next story.

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