winters last morn

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    winters last morn
    Winters last morn has dawned,
    the march winds have blown
    across the barren fields
    and the warmth of the sun
    has begun to thaw the frozen earth.
    Shine down majesty! Call upon the
    spring to burst forth and grace us
    with the beauty she owns,
    for I have longed to inhale
    the fragrance of lavender
    and taste the sweetness
    of the honeysuckle rose......................

    Robin g. Powell
    march 22 2008 11:50 pm
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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