April is so close! Even though it's spring officially, winter is malingering with a last flurry of snow. It's a great time to ignore the naysayers and celebrate spring with poetry. You can visit many others who choose to take on the NaPoWriMo challenge by following this link and exploring the Contributors link.
National Poetry Writing Month 2016
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Friday, March 18, 2016
Going Home Late
dark
and not much to see . . .
rain draining and
scattering the headlights
useless against this wet road . . .
just the eerie appearance
of a tiny white hand . . .
the end of a broken branch
sleeved in bark . . .
pointing the way home
and not much to see . . .
rain draining and
scattering the headlights
useless against this wet road . . .
just the eerie appearance
of a tiny white hand . . .
the end of a broken branch
sleeved in bark . . .
pointing the way home
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