Poem: It’s You, I Know
Don’t be leaves, please I beg every whispered noise Floating through my weeded garden You’re here, aren’t you? Trudging up the steep stone steps It’s you I know Not wind,… Read more »
Daily Archives: December 11, 2017
Don’t be leaves, please I beg every whispered noise Floating through my weeded garden You’re here, aren’t you? Trudging up the steep stone steps It’s you I know Not wind,… Read more »