Never-Spring

Third, this promise
to rescind the winds
and repeal the snow.

Third chance to
greet the red-breast
soon to be shivering
on his frigid twig.

Third false harbinger
to cry
O no
as winter winds
begin again to blow.
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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: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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