World Poetry Day, March 21

Read a poem (like this one) or write one

The autumn equinox

Eos has abandoned me to stormy weather and local flooding.

It’s getting darker, I could use the shorter days to hibernate

or meditate on death and any inner darkness lurking

in my corners, while waiting for the winter solstice and being

in the middle of everything. On top of it all, I’ve been writing

threnodies for my uncle, not quite dead, and am feverish.

 

Monday, 20 March 2017