The Midlife Crisis Poet
Some people have affairs or buy a motorcycle. I became a poet.
Wednesday, August 7, 2019
Summer Haiku
The lilacs are gone
The roses are past their prime
Stubborn weeds persist
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
First, Some Good News!
Tankas from Outer Space
April into May
No comments:
Post a Comment