A flock of geese leave their lake and take wing, turning to poems in the sky. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Invite your melancholy outside for a walk. Or read it a poem. Or bake it chocolate chip cookies. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com

A flock of geese leave their lake and take wing, turning to poems in the sky. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Invite your melancholy outside for a walk. Or read it a poem. Or bake it chocolate chip cookies. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
The child began reading favorite stories of magic to the river, believing the tales would be carried to someone in need. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
“Most poems are never finished,” (I was defensive). He sighed: “No, most poems are never started.” – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com