Monday, March 6, 2017

Small stones for March

March 1

Days draw deep 
and quiet, as noisy 
magpies sing.

March 2
Autumn whispers through
the tangled skirts of 
fading Summer.

March 4

Love breathes hollow,
ashen-faced, upon
hard chest of grief.

March 3

Clotted skies of 
sombre brooding;
Autumn taps her feet.
March 5
Hope, holds steady
pace, on Fear’s
parade ground.

March 6.

Rain like mist,
whispers to the
reaching grass.

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