I feel the mosquitoes
Grawling at my arms
But woke up
And found I was sleeping
In snow
Your vivid images truly bring this poem to life, LeeAnn.
Come summer we face the menance of mosquitoes but glad you woke up into your own snowy place.
Mosquitoes had their destined short lives there in your arms! This poem is beautiful and meaningful.
The end of summer is always so sad for so many of us. LeeAnn, you have so brilliantly captured our sentimental feelings about summer. Love this poem, my friend!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant poetic expression dear poetess LeeAnn. Top score