Trees tremble in fear
Earth's fever removes rivers
Spring's new lambs still sleep
Spring's new lambs still sleep
My heart sings its song,
Spring rains on the horizon.
We must mend the roof
Spring rains on the horizon.
We must mend the roof
If you like art forms, or care about living things, this is the blog for you. Poetry, essays, watercolor, acrylics, films, novels, music...pick your pleasure. I'll post my own work, and anyone else's which catch my eye. I'll recommend books and films, some obscure, others not. So, as Walt, my fellow Living Poet on the poetic asides section of writersdigest.com, says, "come little goldfish in my pond, interact, don't be koi."
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