One thought on “Isolation

  1. Cruel March- ( not Eliot’s April)
    Chalky sky,
    Widowed trees,
    Song less air,
    Feeble broken sunlight.

    And the snow

    It just falls, falls
    Damp, listless, cold
    On the tired earth,
    Pulsing with desires
    Isolated in apathetic white.

    The bound blooms

    Wait in silence.
    April forsythias ,cherry blossoms
    Yellows and pinks and purples
    Another lifetime away
    Another universe distant.

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