Come again shining and glance in your good time oh naked wind, late morning

Milkweed is conscious of those who are impertinent, as Autumn spreads out and the pods burst the kind of poems I write are ones you read when in need of hope stretched out underneath the vanilla sky. It's interesting the way you twist words to work in your favour, step into the light of day … Continue reading Come again shining and glance in your good time oh naked wind, late morning