in silence i wait
by the field-stone gate
for spring-time
blossoms to bloom.
and over my head
a pale crescent moon
mirrors high noon
as buds refuse
yet to bloom.
short poems & essays online
in silence i wait
by the field-stone gate
for spring-time
blossoms to bloom.
and over my head
a pale crescent moon
mirrors high noon
as buds refuse
yet to bloom.
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