not the coldest
as march in the north was cold
but cool
breezes that do not kill
sunlight giving poets
a taste of earth's elixir
poets singing then with new birds
cool melodies
cool jazz
urging buds to embolden branches
emergent green
and flesh apparent in the young souls
eager for love for hope
the cruelties of winter
cannot be ignored
the devastations are real
like the ice is real
sing then o word slingers
sing the song of KORA
kora rising from the dens of hades
kora smiling through the muck
of hell
her cool murmurous warbles
waft in the morning winds
yanking ice from shores
mixing fresh mud where once
only hardened ice reigned
snap your fingers tap your toes
give your heart to the music
to the blade that grows
april is the coolest month
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beautiful poem
april is pretty cool here too
daffodils have been shining
for quite a while
and are now joined by tulips
who always seem to wait a little longer
just to make sure that spring
is really here
Talk about spring. In Helena today we had a major snowstorm. More than "cool:" more like REALLY COLD!
And Yea, watch for those weird comments from virus-world!
Lots of weird f**kers out there.
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