![]() Laughing at what winter thought was deadA Poem by An owl on the moon![]() Each blossom is a seed of hope...![]() ![]()
Laughing at what winter thought was dead Perennial madness in my lifty-lofty head Tender plants, sprouting their true leaves Alba flowers and amurensis-sighing sleeves And your pomegranate lips a musical entice Cross fields of sage and lavender-white rice Grafted beauty on floating winds of thyme You dance like magic on variegated rhyme And life is laughing, spinning, leaping too As winter’s sterile promise all fell through! © 2011 An owl on the moonReviews
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Added on April 14, 2011Last Updated on April 15, 2011 Author![]() An owl on the moonAbout2024 is here... May we make it so much more heaven than hell... Wishing all peace on earth... Together, maybe we go the distance... The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet t.. more..Writing
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