war is a
desolate, cold mountain;
obstacle to and reason for refugees
where savage wind blows fear,
pelting rain drives misery,
grief burdens the weary,
even as
memories, dreams
ooze away with mud.
Linking this quadrille to dVerse for a “March wind” ekphrastic challenge with Merril…
a poem in my pocket 
Mar 07, 2022 @ 14:23:22
The imagery and tone of this piece goes straight to my heart! Beautiful.
Mar 07, 2022 @ 17:25:03
Thanks for reading, Jaya!
Mar 07, 2022 @ 01:14:28
Sadly, all of what you said is so very true!
Mar 07, 2022 @ 03:52:49
i acknowledge your comment…thanks for reading, Ingrid.
Mar 06, 2022 @ 19:34:31
Powerful writing, Lynn!
Mar 07, 2022 @ 03:51:47
Thank you, Sara.