Dark hills against a hollow crocus sky The chilly purple air is threaded through And so I wander through the shadows still, |
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I just love the language that Montgomery used. I BOLDED some of my favorite phrases. It’s why I love her books as well. A poem like this makes one slow down for a moment and drink in the enchantment. Elaine at Wild Rose Reader is round-up all the poems today. Thank you. The CYBILS panelists are being introduced over the next few days. Stop by and see what we are up to. I will announce my panelist on Monday. Stay Tuned. Happy Reading. MsMac |