i love it when the rain falls hard on the clods of dirt left all over the yard the day… Read more on spring. a poem.
you felt the sun for the first time since forever and ran, the frozen air freedom’s heist on a cooped… Read more dogs on a frosty morning. a poem.
in every thing the thanks comes swollen like a womb full and wide in every thing the thanks comes shrunken… Read more in every thing. a Thanksgiving poem.