Poetry · Writing

NaPoWriMo Poem 6, 7, & 8

Three short springtime poems from my adventures tromping around outdoors this week. Cut After so much grey, brown, white, the smallest green shoots stretch upward in joy. Cringe as an ugly drone sounds, the mower cuts short the spring. Maple Sprouts Delicate small leaves a grove of hopeful seedlings on the forest floor Gatherer A… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Poem 6, 7, & 8

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