……………………………………………………,
……………………………………………………plowing snow, finding
her way
……………………………………………………………………………………..through the storm.
::
In April, we poem. It’s what we do.
……………………………………………………,
……………………………………………………plowing snow, finding
her way
……………………………………………………………………………………..through the storm.
::
In April, we poem. It’s what we do.
April snow one reason I moved to the desert. Love how you made it into a lone poem.
I LOVE fin-d-ing.