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Thursday, April 24, 2014


Spring [1]

I woke up this morning and went outside
With a jacket buttoned against the wind.
I felt Sun’s warmth upon my face
As Spring danced around me,
With flowers in her hair.

This afternoon I stood on Mount Baker
 With all his mighty beauty,
I waded in some flowing water,
And the Sun was warm.

Now walking in the noise of silent trees;
I feel the cold and I’ll try to be without her
Till She returns.

[1]  Surfing through my closet I found a book of poetry that I created just of 40 years ago. I'll publish some more over the next month 

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