V. Jane Brummitt Poems

Plotting, scheming,
we live our today's tomorrow's
as if we have no memory
of the errors of yesterday's sorrows. Seemingly, intentionally,
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Who said spring is so very near
!tis no season or time of year
It's a state of mind I awakened this morning to dripping rain
It seared my brain as a sharp pain
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What could be more transcendent
Than the mood of a winter night
Stark and lonely in dormant beauty
Shadows dancing to the moonlight What could be more bewitching
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