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.
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1 comment:

  1. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 8, 2013 at 6:43 AM

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

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