I once had a poet friend ask me if the poems in my book Defacing Poetry were meant to be well-written. Hahaha. I can only assume this means they aren't great. Even though I'm no poet, I can't help but indulge myself in a poem once in a while. This sunny, warm day in January demanded verse. This one is illustrated with photos to help those who dare to read on.
Sword ferns spreading tentacles
Rainwater streams glucking a refreshing refrain
Hemlocks holding steady
Hello the jolly holly
Arbutus spreading arms to heavenly views