Friday, March 15, 2013

March Wind-song





Above the crypt of Time’s lament
The March wind moans in discontent
Its discourse fingering the limb
Of nature’s stricken diadem
Where soon its dormancy will swell
And fill the void of winter’s knell

Moments startle then pass, benign
Shaping the earth's horizon-line
To seasons where softly we brave
Its rendering, before our grave
Is decked with rose-and-wreath-caress
Tuning the March wind’s wantonness

The shroud of life’s unknowns evoke
Within the heart a tender cloak
Of courage, hope; for what are we
But whispers of mortality
Before we take our place among
The notes composing March wind’s song

© Janet Martin

Today its gray song wanders the gray landscape, threatening to spill in gray snow-tears.




2 comments:

  1. "with rose-and-wreath-caress"...me like

    "for what are we
    But whispers of mortality
    Before we take our place among
    The notes composing March wind’s song"...me like too :)

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  2. Hi TUG:) me happy you like! The wind tugged laundry and at my heart yesterday...

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