Summer’s Wreckage
Summer’s wreckage; a darkish startof September days
Summer’s wreckage; a darkish startof September days
after the rainleaves spring forthand cadence of my inner speechchanges to match the moodof a cheery finch PS. You must have noticed my extra slow reading pace (...
Cows chew cud Rondavels flourish This a paradise; The ocean stirs And sardines run. Posted for Midweek Motif at Poets United.