Monthly Archives: December 2016

It was smooth sailing

Invigorating mornings

The dog pranced along 

The breeze could knock you down

That’s how fragile you feel

You have no idea

How you’ll reclaim lost lands 

Or how they fell

Into enemy hands

(Or if they did).

The dog skims the ground

With an instinctive nose

Drawn forwards and sideways

By who knows.

The air is fresher now 

The season’ harshness tempered

By uprooting and replanting.
Copyright, Maria Castelli, 2016.