I prefer a sky
of tumbled puff clouds
tacked onto bright blue
above a field of wildflowers,
a few cows in the meadow
edged by forest with
its cool dark depths
beckoning.
I prefer a sky
of tumbled puff clouds
tacked onto bright blue
above a field of wildflowers,
a few cows in the meadow
edged by forest with
its cool dark depths
beckoning.
there's a poem in every day
aka: The Happy Bookers
Artist
I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"
custom poems on vintage typewriters
One Poet's Writing Practice
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment