the poetic corner
Poetry takes us down some beautiful roads. It is up to us to enjoy the journey.
first saturday in november
Last year, the weather was clear
On the first Saturday in November
I took mama on a road trip
To the beautiful hill country
We smiled, laughed, talked about . . .
Nothing really
We just embraced the experiences
Lived in the moments
This year, the weather is hazy
On the first Saturday in November
I still can feel her smile