A Year of Sundays
As if a breathing god,
the night exhales a glaze
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David I think this is a most worthy poem you did justice to the unique aspect of each month in fine poetic fashion. Thank you for a poem that I believe should never have been given a lesser mark than 10.
Thank you, Mary. I was pleased with it, but I've experienced the phantom raters many times here, usually someone who doesn't appreciate rhyme and meter. To each their own.