Agnes McRae Poems

There's a sense of eager anticipation and regeneration
Even though it still be cold and the mellow sun imperceptibly
strengthens,
The trees as yet bereft of a canopy conceal fresh buds anew
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The power and strength it can unleash the serenity when it abates
The sea, this great expanse captivates and repudiates,
Drawing us into its deepest untold mystery,
Tossing and turning in an abyss of geological history
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