The February and March winds
shift places, howling through
the hollow at the base of this hill.
I follow my feet, each step
an upward fight, I’ve only
a faint idea where to go.
Hoping to find my breath
borrowed by bleak winter days
stretching on without rescue.
The March wind tapped today
on my door, beckoned me with
the offer of her temperate hand.
I did not linger long in the shadow
of my doorway, as she lead me out.
Even she knows I can’t resist escape.
ABOUT:
The exercise is to create a poem using a set number of given words. My words: faint, rescue, offer, escape, and shift. My source for these is the @baffled #HaikuChallenge: https://twitter.com/baffled (words for 2/16-2/21) Image credit: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/239746380134851679/
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