A Poem Beginning with a Line by Sylvia Plath
“Yet, in my wintriest moods,” –
when the season is
a meanest deceit and
the sky habitually
truly, nothing cheers
me more than the first
crocus blooming yellow.
NaPoWriMo Day 8:
A Poem Beginning with a Line by ….
And coming sooner or later for Poetic Asides “Future”
©️ Misky 2020 It’s Poem a Day month. These are all 1st drafts.