Obstinately resisting Spring
Winter's last patch of snow
Takes refuge under a stand of pines,
Crouching under the boughs
Like a homeless person,
Fearing today that the Sun
Will intrude upon his hiding place
And order him sternly to
"Move along."
Quality poetry with depth, interesting imagery and content steeped in the author's love of history and literature. Scroll down to my profile on the lower left side of this blog. It references my writing credentials, which include a nomination for a Pushcart Award, and being chosen by the North American Review as a finalist for the James Hearst Poetry Award. Personal Favorites: "What if Wile E. Coyote had Caught the Road Runner" "Whatever Happened to Clyde Clifford"
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Tuesday, November 9, 2010
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