Looking at
the Christmas tree
I see the room reflected
in a single, shining ornament,
my childhood hung on the tree
This is for micro-poetry at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. Click on the link and check it out.
Looking at
the Christmas tree
I see the room reflected
in a single, shining ornament,
my childhood hung on the tree
This is for micro-poetry at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. Click on the link and check it out.