March Madness

Grass and trees
have thinned to wispy thoughts
of Spring. How red the rose
of memory, how sweet the song
that’s not quite sung,
but waits like stars
on quiet nights
to drench the corners
of your room with light,
and fill your heart
with magic.

 

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