Suppertime Sonnets
Tags/ Posted by Kate SherrodI was ready to open: dew hung from my leaves. I was like all the otherscontinue reading this poem
My parents are still here due to the snow
That’s falling fatly on us in Cheyenne
I was ready to open: dew hung from my leaves. I was like all the otherscontinue reading this poem
My parents are still here due to the snow
That’s falling fatly on us in Cheyenne