Here are two poems with a crocus flower as its center. One is from a morning prompt and one is a Sunday poem response to my friend, Algot. This is crocus season here in New England, the first signs of the changing season.
Peace (and bloom),
Kevin
If you don’t live it, it won’t come out of your horn. ~ Charlie Parker
Here are two poems with a crocus flower as its center. One is from a morning prompt and one is a Sunday poem response to my friend, Algot. This is crocus season here in New England, the first signs of the changing season.
Peace (and bloom),
Kevin