Stanley Canfield


In February I Grow Tired - Poem by Stanley Canfield

In February I grow tired of winter
Tired of trees without leaves
Tired of earth without grass
Tired of air without perfume
In February I grow dreamy with Spring
Dreamy with green trees
Dreamy with soft grass
Dreamy with sweet blossums
Dreamy now with Naree who waits for me there
In the garden of my dreams

(poem to my wife who now waits for me in Thailand)


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 7, 2010



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