Thursday, February 7, 2013

Spring Storm

towers fill the sky
wind-washed, waves surging, seaward -
mountains, living green!

running away, fear
filling the edges of sight;
throat tightens on knives.

hope wanes; vain night fails
never; dawn insinuates
another raw day.

1 comment:

  1. I love the "mountains, living green!" and know the feeling of another raw day. Grief is hard, no way around it, only through.