Early March Madness
By Pat G
Spring is the random wanderer of May; yet, here in March a gypsy pulse is stirred to seek a snow melt path where primrose lay, to hear the first new callings of a bird. Transfixed a mellow morning, umber dry, in greening minutes of a warmer day where sun reflected dust or snowflakes fly... the innocence of winter turns away. Written February 18th, 2002 © on Mar 12 2002 04:10 PM PST, Pat Grantt 0 • 10
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