It’s a Blustery Sort of Day

It’s a blustery sort of day Where leaves not standing a chance, Pick up and dance in the air. It’s a blustery sort of day Concealed force moving mountains Banging against windows, wanting in. It’s a blustery sort of day Trees are violently swaying Not so graciously hitting the ground. It’s a blustery sort of…

Pudding (draft)

Today is plum pudding day! So I wrote a poem about that… sorry about all the lame poems lately. My goal is to write one poem about that certain day’s ‘holiday’.The next few days should be better. Anyway here is my poem about plum pudding… please keep in mind it is a draft.   A…