hints of rust-red breast
beneath willow’s branches, won’t
be seen again ’til
winter appears to release
its cold grip, come the new year.
skat@2017
hints of rust-red breast
beneath willow’s branches, won’t
be seen again ’til
winter appears to release
its cold grip, come the new year.
skat@2017
Epic tomes* await
their annual homes on my
resolution slate.
skat @ 2016
*Once again, I challenge myself to read, Tolstoy’s ANNA KARENINA and James Joyce’s ULYSSES. This year, I’m starting with 10 pages per day. That’s got to work, right?
Don’t like to plead, but
No one came around to read
My new year’s poem.
skat @ 2016
This is the last time
I sign off with a sixteen
Unless I forget. 😉
skat@2016
Happy New Year to all my followers and the wonderful friends I have met here on WordPress! I appreciate you all immensely.
Kat Mortensen
Sadly, not a new
resolution. Too bad! It’s
some soap in my eye.
skat@2016