chaoticallysmallpoetryOct 14, 20191 min readArcticIt’s the weight from powder that makes me smile. The evergreens lightly spackled and the sharp chill that slaps, making faces ruby red.The solstice where Apollo sleeps late, only to show up half baked.Poems0 views
It’s the weight from powder that makes me smile. The evergreens lightly spackled and the sharp chill that slaps, making faces ruby red.The solstice where Apollo sleeps late, only to show up half baked.