A Bed
All tucked in
Hay as a top sheet
Inches of white
Snow as a comforter
Bulbs, roots, and rhizomes
Nap and dream until
Spring wakens them
A Bed
All tucked in
Hay as a top sheet
Inches of white
Snow as a comforter
Bulbs, roots, and rhizomes
Nap and dream until
Spring wakens them
03-16-2010
01-19-2010
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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