Last night was the last night
for the lemony green of
early spring
This morning the world has
deepened
to true
leaf green
opened by the midnight rain
Last night was the last night
for the lemony green of
early spring
This morning the world has
deepened
to true
leaf green
opened by the midnight rain
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