Kite Flying (a poem for PoetessDarkly, my poetic soul sister)

MOTHER EARTH
In the heart of May's sweet bloom,
A love resides, untouched by gloom.
...

FERTILE
At the standstill of an elegant dusk;
With the daylight, covering the mask,
...

Dear Professor...

Maybe, cut him some slack...

He's getting older and maybe, he just doesn'...