Soul Pressed Poetry

Poetry that comes from our soul.

February 25, 2009
by squashedmosquito

ode to spring (September 2004)

It is late in coming hillsides abstract themselves with bold blocks of colour subtleties disappear a blooming, shadows defined sun pouring – rain shining lambs prancing and playing like new leaves experimenting with their colourshop of saturated greens mountains still … Continue reading