Springsign Poem by Keith Langdon

Springsign



In morning's warmth,
a breath of March strokes a blade
of resting green.
A crystal sliver of Winter snow
slips from the back
of its stooped bearer,
sinks to the earth,
and shatters in death.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: green,snow,winter
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