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