The transformation into spring begun:
cold raindrops – scattered pattern sketched and seen
upon my window's wiry gridded screen,
as if they're stranded insects in the sun.
Caveat: Poem #581
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The transformation into spring begun:
cold raindrops – scattered pattern sketched and seen
upon my window's wiry gridded screen,
as if they're stranded insects in the sun.
Comments are closed.
Nice work!