A Thing Called a Poem

Red breasted robin returned today;followed by a rattling, rambunctiousred-winged black bird babblingin tall rushes, tails puffed to seed. Skies a sapphire shade speak of spring;while tree buds are tucked tightly awayholding their breath, waiting to revealtheir packages of cashmere blooms. Well known is early arrival can crushand destroy a flourishing crop of fruits;so are aContinue reading “A Thing Called a Poem”