the sky
is a surly sodden blanket
the river
bloated with mud
strange spring, this
at the end
of a long dark winter
strange spring, this
dressed in autumn brown
strange spring this-
and what will summer
bring?
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2 comments:
glad to see that the pen is as sharp as always.
thanks and welcome back JD, i seem to have missed you.
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