Are you ready for NaPoWriMo?
The end of march comes, warily,
sniffing the possibility of trouble,
bursting from winter’s layers,
too familiar, worn too many weeks,
teased out by days suddenly longer —
There’s a scent of snow
though today’s streams run with rain
it’s an uneasiness, that something,
some things are about to happen,
things we can’t take back,
no do-overs. It’s spring
with a chance of not yet.
With the poem above — I’m ready to watch and play and admire!