For Sun. blog post, I present my latest poem about love, trust, and spring
A) t o p o f t h e s t a i r s Trust Me Trust the weeny winged titmouse that pecks in the tree. Trust me as an ingenuous classicist in a decorous scene. Don't feel timid; you're not in the Tongass with the timber wolf. Sense the spring when love warms on instinct since the equinox when the sun has... Sign in to see full entry.