Undressed Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Nature is depressed until the spring buds new clothes. A deep mysterious poem Lady Sally.

Nude nature looking for its clothes. xlent imagination, in nature every one is nude. great poem with kindest regards.

I like this one Sally. You have a cool name as well! Scott.

Like the early morning after the still of night, great piece of nature captured in the poem...regards

Wow, 'tis an amazing poem, , , so a deep meaning it has, , (((eyes peering at leering solitude))) what a poetic line! ! ! ! top marks! ! !