March is here
this haunting banner that means war
summons the deathly shallows of Winter
trapping me in its bitter isolation
a hesitant pattern of constant graying ground
and sobering frigid skies
surrounded by sulking naked trees in vertical slumber
held captive in silenced stillness
and its hollow breathless sighs
with darkness encompassing most hours
of somber scenes I can’t remember
and quiet stars lost in falling frozen tears
impatiently waiting for its first full moon
my March is here again