A kind smile planted
in weathered furrows
of your heart

coax a bit of sweetness
arouse the natural
tenderness

pink warmth
buried
beneath frozen vineyards
and harried faces of men

on this blithe and bonny
first Spring day
the blessed, benevolent
countenance
of  St. Francis
graces our garden

 
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