Farm Poem 23
Was it you whoHung a gate withNo fence andLatched it [...]
Was it you whoHung a gate withNo fence andLatched it [...]
The last day of spring, Setting posts beneath A molten [...]
The low hanging cherries are soon gone, Eaten on the [...]
Each time the wind arrives Howling from Chicago, Bent on [...]
The drive shaft shears, Marvelous explosion, Hollow steel torn twain, [...]
Then the honeybees arrive, Three thousand Lost on a sugar [...]
The wind that starts from nowhere, The same that bends [...]
E. E. Cummings Pronounced spring Mud-luscious, Puddle-wonderful, And reading this [...]
The master craftsman shot his Netflix sizzle reel In my [...]
Spring brings more than can be— Blossoms melting into soil, [...]