Lo, How a Spring ere Blooming

Lenny goes on about
“the fourth, the fifth,
the minor fall, the major lift”

And then sings Hallelujah.

So here’s the fourth false splish
fourth false splash this year
before the snows begin again.

No Hallelujah here.

I can but dream
there is no fifth false lift ahead
amid this slushy rain

That augurs ague in my brain.

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A(d) verse complaint

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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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