amidst hail torn leaves
no less intoxicating
the scent of nasturtium
August 9, 2016 by Rosemerry
amidst hail torn leaves
no less intoxicating
the scent of nasturtium
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged consolation, garden, hail, poem, poetry | 1 Comment
You must have been under the shelter of your previous running poem!
And yes, the torn and the full. I wonder if a person can smell torn?