I try my hand at romantic poetry again.
A letter to summer, in early June.
Nature, life, growth.
One of those unending subject matters…
(I wrote this shortly after listening through act one of Hamilton, so I feel some credit for how this was shaped (and a healthy bit of admiration) goes to Lin-Manuel Miranda.)
Well, if I made any money off of my poetry, I guarantee that all proceeds from this would go to some good (probably LGBTQ) charity, yes.
More musings on time.
What the title says, yes…