108/365

Home

Home: its yard gnome in December snow.
Home: against the fence, its August rose.
Home: its screen door banging open, shut.
Home: its summer purr, its winter mutt.
Home: its mailbox waiting all year long.
Home: its postcard whistle, letter song.

Home

Home: its yard gnome in December snow.
Home: against the fence, its August rose.
Home: its screen door banging open, shut.
Home: its summer purr, its winter mutt.
Home: its mailbox waiting all year long.
Home: its postcard whistle, letter song.

Julie Larios, 64

Seattle

 
Share Button

POET OF THE WEEK

Victoria Rolph

See & Hear Victoria’s Poem

 
Powered By Indic IME