Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Dear sweet boy I want to give you grass

Dear sweet boy I want to give you grass

    so I bring the window down into the car door, so I bring you out into the green world.
    Together we will inhale the carroty perfume of growing, of tending, of cutting.


  1. Love this, Hannah. I know I've said it before but will say so again: There is a wonderful book to be made from these tiny poems. I can imagine the illustrations, too.

    1. I will keep you posted as this develops! Throwing this energy out there into the universe right now :).

  2. Lovely, Hannah! These words are so purely dedicated I can just tell. :)


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