Mar 2024
Windows open night and day,
Snow melts into waterways,
I breathe fresh air, a rich bouquet,
A time to laugh, my child at play.
Snow melts into waterways,
I breathe fresh air, a rich bouquet,
A time to laugh, my child at play.
I'm up and down, in and out. This moment my poet is drawn out. I am a child is so many ways.
