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Monthly Archives: March 2018
Sonnet for Muddy Spring
The waking season stretches tentative Green fingers to the sun from seas of mud, While finches shed their greys and browns to give The coming gold its place, and tulips bud. I moved a heavy pot to keep away Our … Continue reading
Sonnet for the Journey South
French fields this Spring in shades of green and brown Flash past, beginning Life now Winter’s flown As windmills gather power from the sun, New morning now in valley towns begun. The city was exhausting-fast and filled; This emptiness, even … Continue reading
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Little Song for a Night Flight
Seen from here, how we all glow! One Venus above, millions below: Each golden light– or red, or green, a spark of Love and Life unseen.
Posted in joy, love, Poetry, Songs, Uncategorized
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