December
On the fire escape, one
stupid petunia still blooms,
purple trumpet blowing
high notes at the sky long
after the rest of the band
has packed up
and gone home.
[via American Life in Poetry]
On the fire escape, one
stupid petunia still blooms,
purple trumpet blowing
high notes at the sky long
after the rest of the band
has packed up
and gone home.
[via American Life in Poetry]
Reminds me a lot of Spring, by Edna St. Vincent Millay.
avoision (January 15, 2020 at 9:27 pm)