I’ll a lozenge room
the day a gold foiler rap
a bookcase loose leav’d
a seaboard pitcher
a tar-pot richer aweigh
a crazy goose east
to the gust unbound
ashore less a vagabond
bagless and blue-lipp’d
-
Follow
Following
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
ayaladn 
better than red-cheeked …. 🙂
LikeLike
’tis a bitter wind on a floe…
LikeLike
Took me three tries but I was finally able to read this one aloud….the first sentence, a bit of a tongue stumbler.
Thanks for the good cheer! All the best to you and yours!
Jana
LikeLike
Cheers, dear Jana…resonate throughout the years!
LikeLike