Genesis In March
The first six days;
a cold stage
waiting for snowdrop
orphans;then the rest,
the sky of constant sorrow
breaking thanks to brittle
light.The white bones
devoid of recall,the crust
of cold loam hanging
alone.Travel this way
again.missing on a thrown road.
It waits.
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2015
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