Tag: Morning
“Draw Arrows on Those Mornings”, a poem
Sunflowers risen and generous, Bravery from the light eventually liberating torrents of black seeds. Snoring and raining forgetfulness, gentle showers of receipts fill my ears, the tap with scouts. The … Continue reading “Draw Arrows on Those Mornings”, a poem
Haiku: Gentle September Morning
Jewels on grasses, The fog smells like cucumbers, Baby hands grip club.
