CompletionA Poem by J. Hamptona bent,rusted snow shovel leans against the building an effigy to winter
forsythia buds peek warily out at the overcast early Spring morning with the yellow giggle of children
ravens sit in rigid rows across the top of the tomb doves gracefully hover and flutter above disregarding the dark harbingers below
awaiting the broken seal for the Son to roll away the stone and the Sun... will of course choreograph a symphony when "IT IS FINISHED" © 2016 J. HamptonFeatured Review
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