There are poems that won’t let me in. Not enough room.
Over the last few years I’ve seen quite a lot of it.
Five reasons why I like this poem.
Waking to the wind gusting the trees outside the window, I thought of Christina Rossetti.
The time has come. I can’t put it off another day.
There are old poems and there are new poems. But some of the new ones feel old and some of the old ones feel new.