Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Nostalgia...

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The wind again blows snow

Through limbs of tired wood

Aching to burst its life upon us;

And blades of green reach out

Expecting golden sun

To find cold white pieces of winter

Still falling from an obviously sentimental sky. 

1 comment:

  1. Lovely poem, Michael. I didn't know you've been blogging for almost five years. You are brave and persistent, while I am neither. How does this relate to whatever it is that I posted? I just hit the familiar link and came right over. See what a fan I am?

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