Poems from ajgaglia
by A. Gagliardi
I wanted the moon to fill up the night
like a presence we couldn’t ignore,
to shine bright as day in the...
Small bird
at my window
sitting, singing, looking
in -eyeing my lunch crackers greed-
i-ly.
By A. Gagliardi
Oh my!
Missed your birthday!
Can't believe how time flies.
Thought you were set upon the throne
of youth.
By A. Gagliardi
There is a small bird all in red
Who decorates my winter tree.
He wears a coat of scarlet
And sings this song to me.
Pretty, pretty, pretty...
By A. Gagliardi
There’s a black-capped, tiny bird
That sits up in the tree.
He stays around in Winter time
and sings his song to me.
Chick-...