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
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
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