In the dusk of night
the pear tree became the sun,
another spring day done.
Category poetry
Sunday Morning Stroll with My Daughter
Morning walk to church
fall-drop seeds hide the sidewalk
Our soles now stained black.
In the dusk of night
the pear tree became the sun,
another spring day done.
Morning walk to church
fall-drop seeds hide the sidewalk
Our soles now stained black.