March wings in, feather-blustery, a cobalt kiss,
dressed in scattering sequins. My shivering bones
stretch toward faintest sun, a fragile wish.
March wings in, frenzy-bedecked, a cobalt kiss,
ushering clatter and concord, a feinting bliss.
Frozen ponds, leaves clamor – even the stones –
when March wings in, gloried, a cobalt kiss,
trumpeting wings to waken our shivering bones.
Jane Hilberry and Anne Marie Kelley
Jane (email@example.com) made this poem entirely of words stolen from poems by Anne Marie (firstname.lastname@example.org).