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Dripping Slipping Leaking Seeking Schlepping Prepping Singing Springing Anew I know You snow You’re here But you’ll go Dripping Dripping Singing Springing Anew — About the poem: What a way to be greeted today! Day 3 of National Poetry Writing Month’s Poem a Day
Petite purple petals Whiffable, sniffable Lilacs in bloom — About the poem: The smell of lilacs takes me back to the alley behind my house where I grew up in Denver. Lilacs bloomed at a time when we started playing basketball in the alley again and roller skated and bicycled with friends again. Yet, we […]
What did I ever do to deserve Being woken up By morning light With bouquets of spring air Lightly scented with cherry blossoms All set to a symphony of chirping? Did I order room service? Who can I tip?
Sullen morning light Spitting rain crashes sunset Snow tiptoes on night — Today’s weather!
March clouds Windy wisps On a blue sky Will you sprinkle a soft white glow? Or are you really going to bury us in snow? — About the poem: So pretty, I thought, on this 50F day. Then, I heard the forecast of an upcoming snowstorm or two. Wait a minute!
Snowflakes on my lips Melting lilies in my hair Springtime confetti
Here I stand shivering Not a leaf left quivering Wondering what you’re whipping up The clouds and storms you’re flipping up Wondering what you’ll bring Oh spring Go ahead, take your time, but I’m nakedly awaiting your design Oh spring — About the poem: This little tree looks so naked, standing on the plains. […]
Huge buttery flakes Silent frosting overtakes Only to melt away — About the poem: Not technically spring yet, but we are having some spring weather. In Colorado, that means in the same week, high 16F, high 65F, big fat sloppy snowstorm, then high 60F again. When the snow fell yesterday, it was the kind where […]
Black bones Brown earth Grey skies Silence Waiting For green leaves To explode — About the poem: Why do I hear people saying, “Only 30 blah blah days until spring!” What’s the point of that? Now is okay. What’s the rush? The tree in front of the rec center looked so perfectly naked, empty […]