Strike sparks like sun-stream slashes slanting through the sky. Step lively, like the weeds of twining green-sprig sliding up through cracks. Sing bravely, like the trilling notes of flit birds switching branch to branch through all the city tree-loets past the hubbub hurried rush of people pandemonium to tell the city (cars and all) the […]
Read more "Spring out"The earth is really still the same when winter winds subside and sunshine flows while warmly blows the breath of spring again. – The earth is different every time the dead things turn to green and seeds that died now quickly ride their stems to life…again
Read more "Spring"Spring Time loves the South and cannot stay away. He notes how winter hesitates before the hills that rise gently into mountains, garbed deciduously grey, where branches made to be adorned—by leaves or snowflakes one— In breezes neither warm nor cold, can only sadly sway. As winter frets to stain her white, majestic dress on […]
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