Scattered Showers in a Clear Sky
Poetry, Gardening, Birding, and other reflections on life.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
National Poetry Month - Fragment for today
This is all I can manage. I'm aiming for a villanelle, eventually.
George Frederick Watts Hope 1885
Hope strums her harp and sits astride the world;
the kerchief keeps her, catlike, blind, alert -
around the spring-gold ball her knees are curled.
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