Tagged: march

in mama’s garden,

in mama’s garden,
the camellias wake up before
anyone else, stretch

towards the sun in their winter
layers, waiting to go out
.
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march catches me off

tired repetition,

tired repetition,
a light dusting into march,
stepping towards spring
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: dusting

saturday, you were

saturday, you were
out of this world and into
the next one – every

door ached, window wept, chimney sighed,
we held on so we wouldn’t slip
.
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on the first day of

late March rolls up his

late March rolls up his
tatami sky on a whim –
what we see is who

we are, two seasons promptly
tucking in their wet shirttails
.
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March begins so

any moment now, March

some spiders are slower

some spiders are slower
than others when it comes
to marking Spring, weaving
two whole months into
March. and this is how
i find you, so three
spiders ago, saying good
morning from my
bathtub, a little tired
from all the
slipping, for want of
some solid steps
out of yesterday’s April
.
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march winds
and unwinds herself
near the very
end, disentangling
her braids
from winter’s wet
and wounded
branches
.
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