Words, Words, Words

Words, words, words
Circles of hornets that dive bomb with stings
Sprials of dreams on butterfly wings.

by Cathryn Adeli

Comments (3)

Oh, I could have told you that. Men in a passionate frame of mind think that anything- -brick, skillet, vacuum cleaner, the fish tank- thrown at him is the lady's way of batting her eyes flirtatiously.
An awesome poem on snow and it is nice.
A very good poem on snow