Sarah Herrin Poetry

(Published in You Like Crows Too? Zine)

And I still miss my monster
Some mornings

She said she thought of me
At the edge of the sea

And I heard you whistling
In my dreams

I know when
It’s time for a change

The tide comes in / fades out
Just words over piano notes
Disappearing into marine layer

The Crow comes again
This time with an offering : guidance
On a chill October morning