The Crocus Road

The small, out-of-history,

Far away lights in these

Big, darkening skies make

Reassuring noises; the shadows

Do not clash and threaten.

The horizon is a pale-line queen

Swooning beneath a ripped-tissue

Curl of early-spring-promise  moon.

The crocus road is longer, much longer

Than I could have expected and I start

To fall towards a gentle, butterfly death.

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3 thoughts on “The Crocus Road

  1. M. C. Dulac says:

    “The horizon is a pale-line queen…” I love it! Wonderful imagery throughout.

  2. Far away lights in these
    Big, darkening skies make
    Reassuring noises;

    such a perfect description for hose of us trapped,
    looking for hope somehow in this miserably long winter,

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