Sally Plumb Plumb

Silver Star - 3,783 Points (23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

Summer - Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Flowers were her breastplate,
perfume was her breath.
Autumn was her weariness.
Winter brought her death.

Spring, the resurrection
from the earthly womb
frees Summers own perfection
as sweet terrestrial blooms.

Sally Plumb

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  • (12/14/2009 6:47:00 AM)

    Who can capture summer (and so much more) in eight short lines? You've just done it, Sally! ! N (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 14, 2009

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