BLACK CAT POEMS
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Peonies put forth new faces.
Underfoot, a carpet of white petals
– the pear tree’s in bloom again.
But reluctant spring won’t enter the year
– that shy season hides in the March wind–
meantime, a gust of cold rain crosses the yard.
And winter hangs about the house,
testing the eaves, howling under the windows,
refusing to be evicted.
poems by Jack Peachum