Genesis In March Poem by Leslie Philibert

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.

Saturday, February 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: natural
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