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               In middle February, warm front arrived and amidst they lived a Lover’s Spring—too soon, premature by world and ration’s measure but by trust, belief, and will of the spirit becomes, as experience, all the same.                Limbs of the trees stayed barren, swells of dormant buds small and closed and saved; but there was […]

               In read of the poem, he thought of her in youth and read and way of share in years before. *****                Candle light on wooden tray, long stemmed glass of wine, deep of red, beside; its taste to her tongue, dry and its linger, as warmth-take of the drink eased and opened mind […]

               Some days, what she needed most was a feel—a something more than bland malaise of passive living through a day.                Last January sky rose to stay of gray from day before, cool but not cold, damp without rain or snow’s fall, it was a dreariness that made the cool seem colder than it […]