Poetry Month!!! Here goes...

In honor of Poetry Month (and nagged by the thought of friends who are doing this, without apparent effort) I am again attempting a poem a day. I have not much hope of success, as April promises to be full of visitors and Folger tours and workshops and Shakespeare's birthday and other assorted events...but enough excuses. Begin. Even if I'm a day behind already.

A Poem a Day?

A daily poem—

I don’t think enough occurs

in my circumspect life

to feed

that ravenous a beast..

A daily note, perhaps,

a period or casual comma—

even a dash

of wit, of wisdom--

but a daily poem entire

and succinct?

It would gulp and gobble

the exact words, the painful

precise words of my heart

and churn them to

a digestible butter,

smooth and soft

and safe,

without even a burp

to mark their passage.

AND...for today?

Spring Cleanup

Who knew that winter would

hoard leaves from the fall—

concealing them in miser’s piles,

wedged in corners and narrow nooks,

weighted by ice and snow,

compacted by

cold-hearted rain and wind?

The blackened grit from snowstorms past

litters steps and walks.

Dead foliage, clinging to the cold earth,

impedes the upward path of  

leaf-green shoots:

winter’s last stand against

profligate spring.

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