one cardinal
flies a mad dash
across the rain-soaked sky
layers himself over
the damp green trees
his body brushes
bright shouts of red
which wakes up
the whole picture
one cardinal
flies a mad dash
across the rain-soaked sky
layers himself over
the damp green trees
his body brushes
bright shouts of red
which wakes up
the whole picture
custom poems on vintage typewriters
One Poet's Writing Practice
Photographer of Life in North TX & points beyond
Prompting new poems for Red Wolf Journal
A Poetry Practice
Living in the moment
where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
Nature always wins the prize for her beautiful water colors, doesn’t she? You’ve done mighty fine, too.