The very earth exhales it in a rush,
the swell from the frost heave held
like a breath these last 4 months.
. . . AND MORE . . . the rest is being shopped around.
The very earth exhales it in a rush,
the swell from the frost heave held
like a breath these last 4 months.
. . . AND MORE . . . the rest is being shopped around.
One thought on “Drafts of Springtime.”
Fantastic. I look forward to your poems, they are inspiring. I think this
one is the best so far. It is fantastic.