sunshine at lunchtime
meal made of warmth
fresh cooling breeze
can’t delay spring
Tag: spring
poem: still, the dark hearts of our art
still, the dark hearts of our art
spring, young unfinished thing
settle the fear by making a clear
copy of something popular
poem: summer offers sun and storms
summer offers sun and storms
spring has left me chilled
fall could bring another wave
by winter, I’ll be killed!
