Ian Bowen


Hope* - Poem by Ian Bowen

Bowing stalks of meadow grasses,
heavy with frozen snow, will soon drip
as a new season waits in the wings...

like a warm kiss of life.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 16, 2010



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