Spring begins in AprilA Poem by Ken Simm.
Spring begins in April. We praise the new science of Smell The smell of the sea, of rot and disintegration, Of paper, of books, Of buds bursting, the smell of woodsmoke. The artist prepares to reprise the age-old preoccupation with sight. The bird lays bright blue offspring, matching the sky. Vegetation spreads symmetrical roots, One white and blind, one green and sweet. © 2008 Ken Simm.Featured Review
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Added on February 10, 2008AuthorKen Simm.Scotland, United KingdomAbout'I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well. Unfortunately, I am confined to this theme by the narrowness of my experience' Thoreau. For all those who .. more..Writing
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