Friday, December 30, 2022

Boxes

 



This is a 4 x 4 poem. Read about the form here.





This is a square poem. Read about the form here.



Thursday, December 8, 2022

Crows


Crows

Crows own the morning sky,
the naked treetops, too.
Clouds both amplify
and muffle their sharp-edged caws.
Below the grey they fly
on a mission to who knows where
or why.


©Mary Lee Hahn, 2022