Plonk, plunk, ka-plonk. Tossed, /
they
growing my wood pile.
Whisper snow rattles /
pressing low the chimney smoke /
to spice its soft kiss
Nearly daily sketches and other work by Heather Goff
Plonk, plunk, ka-plonk. Tossed, /
they
growing my wood pile.
Whisper snow rattles /
pressing low the chimney smoke /
to spice its soft kiss