Spring Awakening
Soft, sweet rain has passed.
Showers scorned, we scan the soil.
Green growth soothes our eyes.
About Me
- Martyn
- I am a great admirer of English poetry from the time of Chaucer up until the middle of the twentieth century when it appeared to lose its way. I love all aspects of this planet but are sometimes sad when I think of what we are doing to it.
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