Poem 1.
The trees are different today.
The stark outlines have gone, and a few have
pink blossoms.
In the land of the long white cloud
Farmers are planning for wind and rain.
Poem 2.
Even an old man meditates on love
When snow melts and the dawn shimmers
with song.
Outside my kitchen window
The world slowly renews,
Poem 3,
The miniature French Poodle in that girls arms
Doesn`t know if it`s Spring or Winter,
He only knows the gentle warmth and safety
He feels in that girls arms.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
12th. = 14th. March 2026.
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