Green Hills Literary Lantern

 

 

Melancholy

 

Is it always March
you tease us
by windowsills
when dust and winds
from our sirens
recall to us
those hyacinth roads
of chlldhood
and kites would dazzle
the sky writing dawn
with praise
for the familiar time
of sensing spring,
go out by the door
like an eyelash
and let our mouth
whisper to the sun.

 

 

 

B.Z. Niditch is a poet, playwright, fiction writer and teacher. His work has appeared in Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and Art, The Literary Review, Denver Quarterly, Hawaii Review, Antioch Review, Prairie Schooner, Le Guepard (France), Kadmos (France), Jejune (Czech Republic), Leopold Bloom (Budapest), among others. Collections include Fugitive Poetry (Moon Publishers, Ft Wayne, IN), Terezin (Phrygean Press, NYC) and several volumes of drama, fiction and memoir. He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.