Buds swell over winter’s tired vistas
drag horizons to trembling tonguetips
sing politic promises of warm pungent green
seduce skin, fur, feather and scale
startle and hush sky and footfall
stifle vision vista and vantage
tickle the soft hair on my arms
and count me in.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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