It has begun
I feel it more than see it
It is a sense, a sound
The drip of an icicle
Snow in the yard
Retreating as if pursued
Snowbanks silently shrinking
Naked limbs awakening
Displaying signs of tomorrow
Winter departing
Sun providing light but
Also warmth and promise
Of yet another rebirth
Of yet another Spring
About oldmainer
I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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