Clear sky showing stars Underfoot snow is squeaking Feels like two degrees ...
Clear sky showing stars Underfoot snow is squeaking Feels like two degrees ...
The ballots are cast But they are still counting Predictions come faster Than a fire hose fountain Despite our exhaustion ...
Cicadas return They now sing summer’s swan song The sun will set soon ...
Asking my Lord’s help Keep me from hypocrisy Today and always ...
Mid-August arrives Yellow buses fill the streets Summer always ends ...
Windows are open Chirps of crickets in the breeze A soft summer night ...
Leaves are lit from the street lamp behind Still bright green from springtime sprouting Still glistening from Sunday’s rain Waving ...
My poem-a-day project got off to an awesome start I would forego commerce, preferring to make art Then my time ...
Spring is springing The birds are singing It is a sunny day But the temps remain frigid This March lamb ...