a ragged spring
plies her sunshine like
gypsy’s beads, yielding only to
the river’s raging
fists as it pounds
the footsteps of ice
and isolation
into shaky, shuddering
mud.
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the tenth muse 
great images.
“plies her sunshine like gypsy beads” very nice. The transitions of the barren and cold to fertile dampness and thawing. When you get a chance check out 1markt.wordpress.com and please, leave a comment.
Excellent.
this flows through the words so well
thanks kokot–
enjoyed browsing through your own blog; quite the creative group you’ve got over there…
—jsl
enjoyed this work
Miss,
I really enjoyed the alliteration. I appreciate quality poetry and yours never fails to impress me.As always, kindest wishes.