Poems from ajgaglia

            by A. Gagliardi    I wanted the moon to fill up the night like a presence we couldn’t ignore, to shine bright as day in the...
Small bird at my window sitting, singing, looking in -eyeing my lunch crackers greed- i-ly. By A. Gagliardi
Oh my! Missed your birthday! Can't believe how time flies. Thought you were set upon the throne of youth. By A. Gagliardi
There is a small bird all in red Who decorates my winter tree. He wears a coat of scarlet And sings this song to me. Pretty, pretty, pretty...
By A. Gagliardi There’s a black-capped, tiny bird That sits up in the tree. He stays around in Winter time and sings his song to me. Chick-...