March

I'M
PROJECTING NOW...
THAT AT SOME
TIME DURING THE
MONTH OF MARCH,
THE LION WILL LIE
DOWN
xxwith the
xLamb.





I know I'm right, because the sun is shining
brightly this morning, the light so sharp, it bounces
off the drifts of snow that swept across the East Coast
yesterday. Lion must roar. But in the month of
March, I pray that the burgeoning hope of
springtime will urge the beast in us to calm down.
x
Foolishness and hopefulness permit me, as an Aries,
to rush to the gate, push it open, and ask all to
walk this way!
x
I'm offering a Triolet, a one stanza poem of
eight lines, of a form that is sort of rigid. I'll
get over that. From my book of poems/
Two Ghosts, here it is....
x
x
xxxxxxxxxxxxAGAIN
X
March tosses its lion's mane
Every year as the month begins.
The bite of ice, a slice of rain
March tosses its lion's mane
As the lamb starts to walk again
Free of death, devoid of sins.
March tosses its lion's mane
Every year as the month begins.


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