Best Asheville Poems

Driving along orange and lavender blue peaks 
Where Littledeer’s rabbits parade through 
Rolling hills of pink and yellow wildflowers
Along the French River and broad rapids 
Down in the valley on a golden Fourth of July 
Iridescent tiny hummingbirds 
Whirl around a garden of ten foot...

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Walking downtown streets of Asheville 
I could hear drums in the white wind
Despite being deserted I feel a thrill
Of creative energy hoping to thrive again

The shops full of unique crafts and goods
With store workers seemingly bored
Gentrified was the emerald neighborhood 
But evidence of roots still...

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Winter Baby, Blues

Oh baby you left your boots in Asheville where you 
didn’t even get to hike the Blue Ridges before the new 
year turned over hittin the drafty door just Iike
 
all the resolutions that come  the same every January 
for the frigid...

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