Your body and mind go through a transitional phase in March.
Tag Archives: prose poetry
Moon Monologue
Flashes of lightning
illuminate you,
and I turn away
lest I cry.
Prose-Poem: The Placing
The green of the air.
The scent of choking desert.
Your body and mind go through a transitional phase in March.
Flashes of lightning
illuminate you,
and I turn away
lest I cry.
The green of the air.
The scent of choking desert.
