Riley welch is a poet from texas living in colorado. She posts three original poems a week. 

6:30

The sun seemed higher than usual,
in a way that made me doubt that it could be as early as it was.

In the winter I woke in darkness, 
scuttled out into the cold.

Just a month or two ago, I could watch the sunrise every morning. 

Now the morning sun is blinding me.

Is it summer yet?

4/24/2018

Right Out Front

Fours