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: Print (Opens in new window) Print Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr 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 