Chaste March

March, you are a busy month.

once again night equals day,

lenten hearts fast, pulled to bulge

by the tidal force of gods of war. 

march worming through the melting crust, 

tropical years leap back,

ebb and slack water. moody March.

you are full of many weathers,

blind and borrowing days.

from snow to wind

crow sweet sugar moon! 

who calls for chaste March?

 Me:  Dear March,

Spring saps Soup

      Equinox– 

Eve’s broth Blood

   Endometriosis– 

Daffodil sky Crows

Mars worms War

    St. Joseph– 

Earth under Snow

Time stirs Moon

        Birch–

Lesser Mysteries

Poya and Purim

   Aquamarine–