AN ODD AND UNEVEN TIME
February was a dark wilderness. Floods and rain, gales that flung trees to the ground sure as they be Icarus. We tidied up after, our hearts were obsessed by reordering the disorderly. And then the wars began, though no one wanted to call it a war. How dark must it be before it’s war? No one has an answer. February was an odd and uneven time. Where was god during February? His fingerprints are nowhere to be found in this mess.
Inside a month
Is there a god inside you
Fragile as lamb’s fleece
for dVerse Poets “Haibun Monday” – A haibun in the style of a cold mountain poem. Photo by Samuel Ferrara on Unsplash and featured image “Storm at Sea” by Ivan Aivazovsky ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter