This book holds the items for the contest I enter in 2019, 2020, and beyond. |
False Spring The deceitful wind blows hot across the January snowfield melting the snow and freeing the imprisoned flower seeds. Thinking winter has come to an early end, multicolored pastel faces rise above the meadow's winter dead stems to let the sun's warm arms embrace them. The voices of birds, uncertain of the season intone their joyful songs only to be silenced when the foe of winter releases another blizzard. Poet's Note: ▶︎ |