Pamela Silin-Palmer
Decorative Artist, Illustrator and Fine Artist
The Love Poems
of Honniker Winkley


Poem

Where are the sounds of spring? Ay where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, --
--John Keats

Like plucked spring chickens
We aspire our breath eclectic
Gaily nay-saying ephemera of the past
Vainly painstaking etcetera next-to-last:
Break file and be
A short and silent thing
Like a chicken, plucked in spring.

On to Just Desserts: Liver Waffles, August, 1907

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