Saturday, December 17, 2011

Mid-March Comments

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It is too early for white boughs, too late
For snows. From out the hedge the wind lets fall
A few last flakes, ragged and delicate.
Down the stripped roads the maples start their small,
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Lizette Woodworth Reese
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Colleen Courtney 19 May 2014

Adore them last two lines of this poem! What visuals! ! !

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