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Good Friday
by Leonard M HawkesIt's April,
But the world is cold;
Snow still holds the northern slopes,
And bulb flowers--
Red tips pressing icy mud.
A grey white sky,
A biting restless wind,
The rotting ruins of autumn
Still scattered on a bleak, dead lawn,
And I have no heart for labor--
Only feel that need for Change.
04/02/2010 Author's Note: Easter repentance.
Posted on 04/02/2010
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
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