A Spring Poem: From the chirp of a robin to the bright green buds on the trees, spring emerges, at first hesitant, creeping forward, like a careful lover…
A Spring Poem: From the chirp of a robin to the bright green buds on the trees, spring emerges, at first hesitant, creeping forward, like a careful lover…
It’s been a while since I sat down and let a poem come to me, so last night I focused on what gaining contentment looks like to me. Here is the product of my effort…
With a new year in mind, I recently wrote a poem in simile form about hope, how I see it and what it means to me.