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The Chill Of Spring.
March winds puff out their cheeks
blow upon the sharpened green
of branches, newly dressed.
Late awakened boughs clash boney
arms, a skeletal regiment preparing
for battle.
March winds puff out their cheeks
blow upon the sharpened green
of branches, newly dressed.
Late awakened boughs clash boney
arms, a skeletal regiment preparing
for battle.
" . . . a skeletal regiment preparing for battle."
Great line any poet would wish they had written.
Thank you, that's very kind.
Thank you, that's very kind. Wish they came as easily as they used to though. :-)