In Like A Lion, Out Like A Lamb

In Like A Lion, Out Like A Lamb
by Lorie Hill

March roars in like a lion
So fierce,
The wind so cold,
It seems to pierce.
The month rolls on
And Spring draws near,
And March goes out
Like a lamb so dear.

 

 

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Jess's picture

Favorite poem: October Fullness, by Pablo Neruda

Little by little, and also in great leaps,

Life happened to me,

and how significant this business is.

These veins carried my blood, which I scarcely ever saw.

I breathed the air of so many places

without keeping a sample of any.

In the end, everyone is aware of this:

nobody keeps any of what he has,

and life is a borrowing of bones.

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