Caveat: Poem #504 Sunday - 2017-12-17, 05:00 Wednesday - 2023-03-22 A Daily Poem / Book 1 / My Poetry & Fiction Snow has fallen all around us.Humans make their patterns:Clear a path here, pile it slightly…whitish drapes in tatters. Previous PostCaveat: Actually, your behavior is pretty weird Next PostCaveat: Ovid, you can go home now One comment Bob Gehrenbeck Sunday - 2017-12-17 at 19:59 7 years ago Lovely poem. What is the form? I recognize it, but don’t know what it’s called. Comments are closed.
Bob Gehrenbeck Sunday - 2017-12-17 at 19:59 7 years ago Lovely poem. What is the form? I recognize it, but don’t know what it’s called.
Lovely poem. What is the form? I recognize it, but don’t know what it’s called.