haiku 4.5.17 raven poetry April 5, 2017 1 Minute mist rising from snow into warm air like the ghost of winter still moored. Share this: Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading... Published by raven aesthete. dryad. hedonist. motherfucking adult. outdoor cat. poet. they/them. View all posts by raven Published April 5, 2017
the gumboot gumshoe 