I'm taking a break from writing posts for this blog.
I may, however, re-post a short poem that I find, now and then.
I
wrote
a poem
in the shape
of a Christmas
tree but then forgot
to water it and only a few
days
later
there
were
words
all over
carpet
the
The Jolly Miller There was a jolly miller once lived on the river Dee; He danced and sang from morn till night, no lark so blithe as he; And this the burden of his song forever used to be "I care for
I've said before that Mary Oliver is one of my favorite "outdoorsey" poets. Here's another of hers that I like. Apparently it has no title. · I know, you never intended to be in this world. But yo
