April is national poetry month ... I did terrible with limericks for March but I'm willing to try again!
A thunderstorm and
45 degrees outside--
Strong April shower.
April is national poetry month ... I did terrible with limericks for March but I'm willing to try again!
A thunderstorm and
45 degrees outside--
Strong April shower.
Praying for peace in the Middle East, Ukraine, and around the world.
I've been Boo'd ... right off the stage!
Aaahh, I have been defrosted! Thank you, Bonny and Asiel!
Brrrr, I've been Frosted! Thank you, Asiel and Pomtzu!
"That's the power of kittens (and puppies too, of course): They can reduce us to quivering masses of Jell-O in about two seconds flat and make us like it. Good thing they don't have opposable thumbs or they'd surely have taken over the world by now." -- Paul Lukas
"We consume our tomorrows fretting about our yesterdays." -- Persius, first century Roman poet
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I'll think of one myself in a bit, but this gem just came to mind:
I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree.
Indeed, unless the billboards fall
I'll never see a tree at all.
-Ogden Nash
"Do or do not. There is no try." -- Yoda
Bright spring sunshine brings
Thoughts of warm days, flowers bloom
But thoughts of snow lurk
I've Been Frosted
Cloudy skies but warmer days
Could spring truly be in its way?
Last years dull grass once more appears
And birdsong loudly reaches my ears
Windy, sure - a kiting day
If trees and power lines weren't in the way
But the skies, though dim
Don't threaten snow
Not today, anyway, so here we go!
I've Been Frosted
Today rainbows moved across my wall
One, then two, in brighter sprays
Moved from wall to ceiling in cheerful silence
And while I know they are just
Refracted light that I traced
To the reflectors on the bike outside
Still it felt like a sweet benediction
An assurance from the universe
That everything will be okay ...
I've Been Frosted
I thought it was spring
But the low temperatures
Say March, not April
It's almost May, yet
I need a coat outside,
Dandelions shiver
I've Been Frosted
The sharp slap of roof drips
On bare cement punctuates
This last night of April
The air is chilly enough
To make coats important
And to make a hot cup of tea
A welcome thought.
Yes, this is spring in New England
Even the old-timers grumble
Remembering warm and sun
From some distant past ...
Was it just last year we had
Warmth and sun in spring?
Seems longer ago than that.
I've Been Frosted
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