second poem in our fall collection, Ourselves and the Leaves.
Hey. . .
You don’t have to hold your bretath anymore. Our feelings about this fall and this year can be complicated. All of us and our worst what ifs can’t stop the spring.
Hi!
I’m Sierra
Welcome to my cottage garden in the foothills of California! I’m a poet, gardener, and sunflower enthusiast. Follow for personal poetry and prose rooted in my Christian faith and inspired by the turn of seasons both out of doors and in the soul. Find me on Substack – Poems & Intervals.♥️
Sierra V. Fedorko 
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