Tag Archives: March
Picket Fences
The white-washed picket fence has blown open again, inviting the varying voices that be
An opportunity, this open door, this moment, and I stick my snowy-white foot in its way
Ajar it will stay, for I’m bolder today and my eyes see the truth ‘neath the paint chipped away
“March Again” -a haiku
I’ll repeat this here
There is an ease in their eyes
You’ll need it too now
Rhythmic March
In your rhythmic March
I watch you walk
With then against
The pull of the pre-dawn wind
And I wonder whether you feel
It is worth it
What consumes you
Now is cold, this Day
If the glass and girders
Keep you for a time
Then afterwards, what else
Claim what will count
Would that comes always
Always and ever
The consuming fire
And you brandish a flame
In your rhythmic March
So…this is our calling