Yoyo. Years, it seems, have passed since the last blog post. But summer is nigh! Hold on, sweet internet passerby! Fluency was never a strength, but frequency is on the way.
Also, here's a poem I wrote a couple of months ago. Tell me what it means!
There was no definition, nor color,
No changes, no change,
Just the silhouette of a spine
That bends backwards.
It stands before an oak, a great oak,
I can't imagine it doing so much longer,
There are tongues in the grass,
Lean back we say the oak is too great,
But the spoils of sitting are numerous,
And I have not courage to lick,
But He does, and each day He
Does, in changing ways.