train ride, end of March
cherry blossom south back north
spring can start again
Sunday, March 30, 2025
Saturday, March 22, 2025
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:
Ice Out
March watches the ice
breathe its snow cover
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.
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