meditate
to see
willow where the road curves,
morning sun
lighting autumn’s blaze,
to see
three running deer
and the fourth one
standing on the verge
trembling with indecision
meditate
to see
willow where the road curves,
morning sun
lighting autumn’s blaze,
to see
three running deer
and the fourth one
standing on the verge
trembling with indecision
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: Poems by Mary Kendall
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment