Poems from Ana M King
Euclid thought about it,
By observing what he saw.
A trinity of dots,
Makes trinity of angles,
60*, 60*, 60*.
Each part equal in locus....
Sun beams drew me to the river’s edge,
Pulled me knee deep in a mound of sedge.
Light’s encompassing aura of gold,
Took a grip on me with a...
My soul echoes praises,
In the most inopportune of times.
At a sneezing in my face,
In the checkout lines.
Praise is a compulsion,...
Let my garden be a song to you,
When dawn wakes the bird to praise.
Let the woodpecker hammer out your glory!
Let the mocking bird lead the...
Let my garden be a song to you,
When dawn wakes the bird to praise.
Let the woodpecker hammer out your glory!
Let the mocking bird lead the...