Adorned
is the word
the tree uses
to talk about
itself
stretching the
connection between
Adore
and
Adorn
to describe
a life bigger
than merely
decorated (with its hint of
frippery)
while
Adorn sails on
beneath its
gleaming regal mantle.
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: Poems by Mary Kendall
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment
Puff Of Smoke Poems 