Spring is coming
cruel Spring
with its promise of rebirth
and the verile
memories sure to bring
Tag: Poetry Reading
THE STONE, Poetry by Anna Simone Scott
A wicked wind whips me front and back
As I walk thread-bare ‘cross a granule prickled shore
Into a blackening night.
A night to conceal and not reveal that ancient secret borne on stone
Which looms in all its fantastic hue,
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