by By Robert Frost | Jun 29, 2021 | In Print, Poetry
I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew was gone that made his blade so keen Before I came to view the levelled scene. I looked for him behind an isle of trees; I listened for his whetstone on the breeze. But he had gone...
by Around Concord | Mar 16, 2021 | Arts, In Print, Poetry
Good friends once told us“When you move,It’s over.” Like watching ice cream meltWhen you carry itToo far. I thought it harsh.But they faded away,Leaving empty cones. Friendships are different now.Digital hugsWith alligator arms. Everyone is a BFF.“Forever” becoming A...
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