Where does the time go?

Which is Tension-speak for "please enjoy this Cinquain poem."

Winter,
dormant soils,
monochrome vistas stretch,
frozen, awaiting renewal,
spring, birth.
Posted by ThomG / Monday, January 12, 2009 /
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2 comments:

missalister said...

i will, thank you! i’ll enjoy its summation suggestive of what i see before me here in the great white northeast : )

4:22 PM
quin browne said...

spring can't come too soon

8:19 PM

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