deep blue sky over
rooftops before dawn—
Indigo
color that rolls off the tongue
in the same shade that swept
across the almost morning sky
of a new year
deep blue sky over
rooftops before dawn—
Indigo
color that rolls off the tongue
in the same shade that swept
across the almost morning sky
of a new year
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
Beautiful 💖