February thaw
uncovers leftover leaves
skittering ghosts rise
from new green, the hopeful grass
shaking off fall’s memories
February thaw
uncovers leftover leaves
skittering ghosts rise
from new green, the hopeful grass
shaking off fall’s memories
aka: The Happy Bookers
Artist
MOSTLY MONTREAL, MOST OF THE TIME
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
where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
