Time recaptured . . .

train ride, end of March

cherry blossom south back north

spring can start again

Global Poetry Writing Month: April 2025

 

That time of year again.

Some years have been full of words.

Others less so.

Always worth a go, though.

To see the plethora of poets, go to:

NaPoWriMo

Ice Out

March watches the ice
breathe its snow cover

into the air,

fog, mist, haze rise;

each morning revealing

less ice, more fluid.

March hears the ice

creak, roll over, 

shake off its skim;

gales and blasts shout until

one morning conjures

spring from winter.