((with thanks & apologies to Sherri Spelic for the inspiration!)
Commiserating with March… When the rain falls, I dip. As the sun shines, I rise. Gray clouds loom on the horizon Darkness is always swirling inside me. Days grow longer and evening stretches On this other side of mid-life. The trees are brown and bare Life is hiding deep inside them I am gray with deep lines. My body tells my story, incompletely. March enters like the roaring lion March exits like a gentle lamb I have been here, roaring gently. Perhaps the roar should grow louder? …the weather shifts.
amyilene 
Dearest amyilene,
As I’m enchanted by the lyrical loveliness of your words, I feel that I mentioned this in times past, but I’m compelled to mention it again. Have you or are you considering writing a book?
The cadence and context of your writing resonates with such vivacity! Your control is masterful, and you have clearly espoused the essence of that which is both meaningful and concise.
I am so delighted to read your work again. It gives me pause, and I read it frequently in one sitting. Thank you so much for sharing your gift. You are an incessant inspiration.
~Dr. Brown
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Beautiful. Love the connection to Lion and Lamb. Thanks for sharing!
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The images and thoughts from this poem linger with me. You write deeply and beautifully.
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Oh, so beautiful. The interplay of literal and metaphorical is so gorgeous. The first stanza drew me in–I’m feeling that so strongly myself these days–but I love the rest of the poem and its exploration of March/internal struggles, too.
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