The Poetry of Gerry Anne Lenhart . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

49: We Had A Chilling March

We had a chilling March
This year Georgia
Hissing and blowing and wet
Blossoms barely had a chance to bloom
Before they fell to the ground
Like snowflakes
In the wind
You were the blossom, my friend
That lovely long gone Spring
That fell
Too soon.

March 18, 2009

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