(Poem #270 on new numbering scheme)
You get a little ways through spring, and then a strange day comes: the air blows chill, and tastes of fall, the fragile bloom succumbs.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
(Poem #270 on new numbering scheme)
You get a little ways through spring, and then a strange day comes: the air blows chill, and tastes of fall, the fragile bloom succumbs.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.