By Nancy Scott
He likes to mow on Wednesday mornings
and it’s in the fifties with sun
the color of good April poems.
I hear the hum of spring at last,
smile at the necessity and routine
and the green smell of the blade.
Copyright 2019 Scott
He likes to mow on Wednesday mornings
and it’s in the fifties with sun
the color of good April poems.
I hear the hum of spring at last,
smile at the necessity and routine
and the green smell of the blade.
Copyright 2019 Scott