new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
This is an absolutely gorgeous poem. Cummings told how beauty hurt Mr. Vinal, but it hurts us all sometimes with all those dark associations....
Love those encroachers bleeding through.
Joe and Jonathan--Give those unsentimental red anemones a few more weeks and they'll have the field to themselves.Thanks for dropping by.