I don’t write a lot of poetry—in fact prior to National Poetry Writing Month I had only posted one poem on here. I have several in my book, and have included one of those here. I won’t give descriptions to these poems below, because they’re pretty short, and and a definitive interpretation may take some of the meaning away from them.
From National Poetry Writing Month (#napowrimo):
Fresh Cut Grass
Sunday Morning Drive
Tiny Fists, Tiny Feet