Ready to burn
These ten Winter pounds
Can’t wait for the heat
To unfreeze the ground
Then dry out the melted
Remains of the snow
So I can go running
As Spring flowers grow
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Ready to burn
These ten Winter pounds
Can’t wait for the heat
To unfreeze the ground
Then dry out the melted
Remains of the snow
So I can go running
As Spring flowers grow