well, I woke up early morn, mad as a box of frogs, shape-shifted into my younger version crowing with the best on the high wires, a wailful choir sings of a woeful horse with no head my ghostly pals, Casper and Spooky thought the sight grim we hippity-hopped to Norway, tracings of when time began,Continue reading “Ifs and ands”
Poetry inspired by nature
Moonwashed Musings 