the predicted storm
unpredictably
didn’t arrive
skeins of purple yarn,
blue yarn, brown, yellow
wait
by the bamboo knitting needles
for the promised
undelivered quiet.
Hush.
Wait.
It’s only February–
snow is in the forecast
the predicted storm
unpredictably
didn’t arrive
skeins of purple yarn,
blue yarn, brown, yellow
wait
by the bamboo knitting needles
for the promised
undelivered quiet.
Hush.
Wait.
It’s only February–
snow is in the forecast
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