Go ahead! fall back asleep as
an October day dawns in New England.
But, beware, you may thus deny the delight
when frost puddles in pools in the middle
Of a concave lawn, while the rising sun
sops up frost, from the outside in.
Dave Read
Poems
Order should be imposed on my poems, but isn't likely to be until I turn to carpentry, or painting, to carry me through the day. The display here is latest first.