The salty musk of rain is in the air.
Tonight will be sultry then cool.
And at last the spring song has left our bones.
We've stalked the high grass with our heads down
the memory of pain, the horrors of winter
over our shoulders as we fretted
about the setting sun and the black smoke
clouds that clung over the brown-bellied hills.
Tonight we know a new song
that we never conceived in the spring,
that would have been unutterable in the winter.
Tonight the front door is open,
and the night birds sing in twos.
Ah, the beginning of spring.
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Love that spring song line
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Good work as usual, Robert. I like the hopeful ending.
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Love the "clouds that clung over the brown-bellied hills" -- great image and great sounds.
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"clouds that clung over the brown-bellied hills." is a gorgeous image.
Loved this whole piece Robert. Your work should be sung.
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