by Lowell Jaeger
Toddlers frolic nude
through the lawn sprinkler’s oscillating spray.
Screaming joyfully. Continue reading
by Lowell Jaeger
Toddlers frolic nude
through the lawn sprinkler’s oscillating spray.
Screaming joyfully. Continue reading
by Lowell Jaeger
Last night, snow swathed the meadow.
This morning we scroll the window shades
and trace nature’s busy history of trails,
hooves and clawed footfalls crisscrossing
acres blanketed white. Continue reading
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