spring

Spring

gone is the winter sister

with disgruntled scowl,

foul-smelling mouth,

draped in angel white wings,

Lazarus' shroud.

 

we welcome gladly

 

Poetry Returns

I haven't felt like writing poetry in a long-time. I don't know if I got burned out writing a poem a day last April, or because my muse took off looking for her lost dog.

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