Those birds sitting on the treetops, still bare from the winter gone by
🌦🌩🌨🌧🌦🌥⛈⛅☁⛈⛅☁
Have you seen fog like cotton balls hovering over the fields?
Tempest, temptations run amok the satiated tongue,presented in highest fashion until points of desertion,in…
All the new birds sent by mother sun welcome my shadow and my skin.
Poetry
Late evening’s summer storm passed
Tumbling down, over courses of depression The grass, grubs dinner, wasn't saneIt has seen…
an Equinox poem
When tears came
a poem about strolling, not scrolling
