March hurried by in its own way. Today I made a second round of bread, this time sourdough which turned out pretty well for a first go in a long time!
Tonight after some soup and a slice of that bread, I went for a walk around the yard. It was much warmer and less windy than it had be when I’d gone out to try and paint a few minutes.
But now the real reason for the seasonal notation — It’s the eve of April aka NaPoWriMo Eve! Yes, it’s time again for a month of daily poems, written about who knows what, sometimes from a prompt, sometimes not, often with a bit of painting thrown in. So buckle up – let the poetry begin!
the eve of april
before dark I walk the yard
peepers singing loudthe air is balmy
such an old-fashioned word
for welcome warmththe birds chorus now
welcomes back old familiars
robins, song sparrowssilhouetted now
way up in the treetops they’re
finding tonight’s roostThe peepers shrill call
are there thousands of them
each looking for love
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