Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Ode to storm over the Hudson

Everything seems so long ago,
Everyone seems so far away,
Peeking through soft pink blooms
I only see the stormy grey.

It comes with stealth and quickly so
It stops a while, then quits the day
While pink blooms drift with long agos
And the far aways are here to stay

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