On the wind today
comes the austere
taste of winter.

That arctic blue steel
vindictive tang.

My soul dreads
the somber breath
Gethsemanel darkness.

The same stern,
anthracite discipline,

that coerced
blithe spring and summer
into stasis.

the creeping chill
frigidly entombs the flowers.

My moody heart,

to follow
waning sun.

Occurrence occult,
this yearly trance
mesmerizing the world
to sepulcher sleep.

Interred behind
frost kissed opaque windows.
Knitting the pale bald moon a cap
I dream of lilacs and my absent love.

By Leaway

We lost Sharon Lea nearly four years ago, but her poetry remains.
She was one of the best.



Girlfriends ( Several Authors )

Goodbye Little Violet

La Tour Eiffel

Roses and Verse (A Slide Show)

Pass It On

Haiku: Blue Butterflies ( Several Authors )

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