‘Spring Song’: A Poem by Rohini Sunderam
Spring Song Spring sings through the woods, her own special song Sometimes short ’n’ sweet and sometimes too long. ...
Spring Song Spring sings through the woods, her own special song Sometimes short ’n’ sweet and sometimes too long. ...
April Flowers Bring May Showers You festive blossoms---whose ephemeral lives are poured Ecstatically into youthful grass as you dance ...
Cherry Blossom Cherry blossom, cherry blossom, Dancing, lilting in the breeze, Hither speak of pretty whispers, Told to you ...
A Lonely Sliver “The wood is dead,” he pointed out _the windows rimmed with frost; “those columns there—” he ...
Thanks for the thoughtful comment, Margaret. Yes, the question of “why is it that way” does underlie a fair number…
Mr Winick: brevity and clarity are non identical twins. Skillful and succinct.
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I had to re-learn the wonder and the love from Francis. I remember watching thunderstorms, being at once scared and…
Your poems, Russel, often suggest questions of "Why is it that way?" Why, for example, should dreams realized be less…
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