LIZ'S POETRY
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
the firts rain of spring
The first rain of spring
Mists down
In blurry sheets.
Tearing and slashing
At the air,
dense with humidity.
it beats on the windows
and revives the
plants that
have been withered and
frozen from the past winter
the earth seems to come back to life
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