dandelions

fall dandelions
by the cemetery gate
spiced and windswept dreams

puppy’s favorite treat
autumn dandelions
sweet bites of yellow

dandelion fluff
promises to sleep till spring
fresh crop of sunshine

Leave a comment

A Hundred Falling Veils

there's a poem in every day

The Novel Bunch

aka: The Happy Bookers

Red Wolf Prompts

I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"

typewriter rodeo

custom poems on vintage typewriters

A Poet in Time

One Poet's Writing Practice: Poems by Mary Kendall

Writing the Day

A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014

Invisible Horse

Living in the moment