March Moon of unpredictability,
You end as you began, on a fool’s day.
Fools begotten, fools forever, ditties
Of fools always sing of another way.

Moon of March, who strode within, brought its source
Of calamity closer to unworth.
Moon of Madness, Moon of Hope, beings forced
Through your light weather the bounds of remorse.

Marching Moon, goodbye to you, there’re stranger
Dangers than self-sacrifice. Try to heal
The waves of winter’s devices. Mangers
Come in different sizes, as souls peel…

March Moon of unreliability,
You begin as you end, on a fool’s day.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 4/1/06