Poetry finds me…


Poetry taps on my window each sunrise

like a little girl

who is told to go gather eggs

yet finds her way to salty sprays

and moonlit eggs 

nestled near grassy seas…

 

30 comments

  1. Hi, Kay. Just following you home from my place. I watched the crumbs. πŸ˜€ I am already a follower. I will watch to see that I find you more often. Thanks for the likes you have left me. They are encouraging.

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