
Sugar season: when one of my old Listening Post essays can be boiled down into 31 syllables, it tastes sweeter.
Spring Morning
One daffodil in a vase
on the kitchen table
in a pool of sunlight.
Coffee in shirtsleeves
before an open window.
Sugar season: when one of my old Listening Post essays can be boiled down into 31 syllables, it tastes sweeter.
Spring Morning
One daffodil in a vase
on the kitchen table
in a pool of sunlight.
Coffee in shirtsleeves
before an open window.