THE WEST window is a panel of marching onions.
Five new lilacs nod to the wind and fence boards.
The rain dry fence boards, the stained knot holes, heliograph a peace.
(How long ago the knee drifts here and a blizzard howling at the knot holes, whistling winter war drums?)
Panels
Carl Sandburg
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Poem topics: peace, rain, war, wind, winter, long, window, fence, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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