(Poem #275 on new numbering scheme)
The sun has captured trees and bugs and set them all abuzz. The solstice looms and skies get wide, forget what winter was.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
(Poem #275 on new numbering scheme)
The sun has captured trees and bugs and set them all abuzz. The solstice looms and skies get wide, forget what winter was.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.