Awake before dawn
at the end of vacation
There, the same sweet song
from the trees in the dark
familiar birds still on duty
whether we listen
or not
Awake before dawn
at the end of vacation
There, the same sweet song
from the trees in the dark
familiar birds still on duty
whether we listen
or not
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