Winter makes fragments more appealing than ever.
A scarcity of warmth, a scarcity of words,
a surplus of books-in-waiting.
A surplus of poems
A surplus of time.
Filed under artiste, books, country life, cozy, homelife, literary, poet-love, poetics, poetry alive, scanned in, some beauty, vermont, wintry
Tagged as Sappho
Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:
You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )
Connecting to %s
Notify me of follow-up comments via email.
Notify me of new posts via email.
Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.
Join 1,048 other followers
poet & part-time farmer
Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.