Late winter #tweetpoems

  1. February flings rain out into the cold, then curves its infant hands to catch the earth’s perfumes.
    (24 Feb 2012)

  2. Others’ hands, keeping my tempo, try to rinse away my voice, then hang what remains out in the wind, like ragged prayer flags.
    (1 Mar 2012)

  3. Même si tu m’accuse d’avoir l’élégance – tu as tort, My Love: it’s grace and forebearance hunting vile belligerance. (sorry… that’s really rough.)
    (2 Mar 2012)

Hmmm.  Hands, water, wind, stern views.  Late winter, NE United States.

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