The taste of kiwifruit,
sweeter, richer, a deeper shade of sour and juice and seeds
if I remember Grandmother
peeling and slicing and giving us
our first ever slices
every week.
YOU ARE READING
Sweeping Winds and Rainbow Beginnings
PoetryThese are a few of my poems. I would prefer to take my time and try to sort the better ones out from the rubbish so it might take me a while to collect. I hope you can stop by and enjoy a poem or several. In poetry (good or bad) we express something...
