the snow has to fall
three times on the daffodils
before it’s springtime
later, I’ll go out
and explain to my garden
what your grandma said
the snow has to fall
three times on the daffodils
before it’s springtime
later, I’ll go out
and explain to my garden
what your grandma said
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
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
