What The March Wind Saw

Poem By Richard Greene

blossoms and clouds blowing white
against a blue-washed sky

aureoles of daffodils
above the winter stubble

forsythia miming sunlight
amidst the leafless trees

budded boughs cascading
from early greening willows

birds, birds, undeterred
by all the bluster and chill

Comments about What The March Wind Saw

I love the imagery here Richard. Very nice. Sincerely, Mary

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