This is my favorite of the poems I've written, so I thought I might share it:
If winter would
If winter would
last,
waywithered poppies would lie
silenced, their petals so
softnsmooth would wither
through the freezing of the hither and
thither of the s
n
o
wfall pillows, smother
those seductive angelsongs,
and ourselves too-
we are lost in the flurry
the singsong, the hardrock
fury of soundsurounding
Sixteen-
our Spring
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