darkness lifts
once again
bare trees
create their tangled art
branches arch into patterns—
the sky, their canvas
this window, their frame
darkness lifts
once again
bare trees
create their tangled art
branches arch into patterns—
the sky, their canvas
this window, their frame
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