Lion of March

Written for:  Poetics Aside #345, Write a lingering poem.
Could be a lingering lover or a lingering cough (speaking from experience at the moment). Could be someone lingering on the periphery or, well, linger as you wish. Get creative.

The lion that roars
in the mad month
of March leaves
a scent of cold,
a mist of rain,
and a drape of dark
clouds biding their time.

April arrives with a spring
of bunny footsteps,
and gentle greens easing
from earth, after the Mad
Hatter of March switches
to a straw boater,
and the lion’s voice
softens to a whisper.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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