March Breeze passing into Spring Winter By one tenacious loop Of a plastic grocery sack Clutches a naked plum tree branch Twisting, billowing, spinning Cursing and snapping Then is driven into snowmelt-swollen ditchwater Rushing away with seasons A budding plum tree I say Convinced of spring
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JackStargazer.net 
I have loved this poem from the first time I read it. What a joy to read it again tonight … finally found how to navigate your website.
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