Long Northeasterly Poems

As the cold spring rain drips from tiny spring green leaves, birds quietly hide 
in nest and eaves.  The roosters crow encouraging the sun to shine through the
clouds but the depths of the clouds'...

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Perchance a sweaty brow should brush your skin
a crumpled linted jacket strong of aroma within.
You....a fresh flower..... your fragrance wafting freely..
Swarthed in your mothers steady gaze lest you roam.
Her soothing voice with gentle hand on...

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A bitter cold cuts through the bone
Piercing to the marrow
Rain sounds like ice pellets echo_
'Pon each brown leaf an arrow

Then a few days after the rain
Jack's 'oar's frost bright white lies
'Pon hill and valley thick...

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The day started
as a breeze without tracks
in the dew of a fresh mowed lawn;

But days come without warranty,
of things starting right,
remaining that way;

For soon after sunset
this breeze had metamorphosed
into a locomotive,
following a northeasterly path,
its only...

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