The Shadow Lion

Send us Fan MailThe Shadow LionLike a roar winter pounces, the clouds of March torn asunder,in ragged edges of petal, pearls, steeland grey, for hail bombards the treetops,the fields and edges,abandonedtowns,frozen inemptiness,across the coldof dawnand day.For April hides behind distant mountains, her sunlight,shattered in splintered shards of ice, and rain,for spring is held in winter’s grip, the callof eastand wind,until her dream kisses and awakens,summer’s blossom born to be,in warmthand lightagain. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]