Tuesday, March 21, 2017

poem of the day March 21


I am looking out at spring
the farm is still
full of winter snow
Not much green
Not many signs
Only a few returning birds
Some swelled buds on early trees
I need something more
so I close my eyes
and let the warm March sun
drift over my imagination
to bask in the subtle vibrations of lovely spring

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