first poem of the year

Mooncycle

The third day brings cravings for warm feet, chocolate,and savory quietness.

The third day brings a fragile mood,                         whereby I freely shed tears for sentimental television commercials, the sweet song of the cardinal in winter, and storybook tales.

On this third day I read to my children and weep as my small daughter catches tears. Pats my back.

"There, there Mama."

Comments

[Tom Sanchez Prunier]

Nice work!