Grey March

grey March

winter dying

no sign

of Spring.

rain falls

slowing

the busy-

ness

of a Saturday.

it is a time

of transition,

cloudy,

unknown outcomes,

change…

for my part

i am resigned

to minimize foolishness

and dependency;

leaving me alone

to face

the uncertain

new world

i am creating.

to suffer through

another metamorphosis

that might lead

to anything/everything.

grey March

unmarked doors

promise of Spring

silence,

waiting,

and hope.
Linda Tauhid

©3/10/17

 

Essence

the smell

of coconut oil

on locked hair 

sun-kissed

African skin

rare essences

of sweat and musk

sumptuous lips

tasting of sea salt

warmth

and fire;

i am immersed

in the memories

of being surrounded

by these…

and i wonder

” how can i survive 

without such attention–

such meaning?”

walking

from

step to step

greeting,

shopping,

doing the business

of the day

unattended

by the passion

so essential

to life.
Linda Tauhid

©3/2/17