I can’t believe we’re so far into this month of writing poetry. I’ve been finding the sonnet challenging but today I’d write out a line and count it off and BLAM it was 10 syllables. I know that’s not always the point but at least it’s a start.
Meanwhile it’s a rollercoaster of a month inside and outside weatherwise. Just that time of year.
sun! daffodils! warm sun! good stuff!
