She achieves at seventeen
What I still cannot at thirty
Worse, I was slow to discover
The very lack of genius in my stars
Now, spring means crying over
Another cup of honey and clover
Elizabeth Cook, 2015
Thoughts, Imaginings, & Verse
slow time and the soft infinity
Creative Writing, Nature, & Liberation
And Other Musical Colors
my day to day life and poetry
The beautiful picture of angels makes you happy.
Unequivocally, unabashedly, me.