clicking poems: 'Airs'
absorbing the pines, living peacefully in the spring… Airs P ❀ P 🚶 The mighty magnolia and river birch in the ground as grand as our parents with their roots in town leave the airs of the fate of our forefathers next to kin of the pussy willow that are neighbors. Humbly, I walk toward them on the... Sign in to see full entry.