Polly in Spring
SPRING Not all of us were warm, not all of us.We are winter-lean, our faces are sharp with coldAnd there is a smell of wood smoke in our clothes;Not all of us were warm, though ...
a light-hearted journal of our pets' lives
SPRING Not all of us were warm, not all of us.We are winter-lean, our faces are sharp with coldAnd there is a smell of wood smoke in our clothes;Not all of us were warm, though ...