no people no elves
no reindeer only
evergreen-topped hills
nestled lakes,
a whole quiet world
with a thick crisp of frost
An ordinary morning in
our snow globe world
waiting for what happens
(in other words)
yet to be shaken
no people no elves
no reindeer only
evergreen-topped hills
nestled lakes,
a whole quiet world
with a thick crisp of frost
An ordinary morning in
our snow globe world
waiting for what happens
(in other words)
yet to be shaken
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