POETRY
020 — Free Form — Big, Little, Hot, and Cold
A sense of the senses
Those are the tall pines, Strong and looming. These are the lupines, Purple and blooming There is the sun, Hot and bright. Here is evening, A sea-foam night.
Winter is long, And drags its feet. Summer is short, But the laughter is sweet. Inside the house, Is baked in love. Outside these four walls, Are the grey clouds above.