Hi everyone! While I still have my hand in a brace, I wanted to chime in with a post. Since it’s National Poetry Month in the US, I thought ‘Why the hell not?’ so… with no further ado, here’s a quick one for the road.


Spring’s Break / Musings from the edge of winter

Rhymes it not

Does that make sense

When at the end of winter

Comes spring’s break.

The trees are brown

From where I sit

I nurse my pain

Like a child.

Between the lines

Of a yellowing pad

I halt and take a breath

But there’s no time

For that today

There are many miles ahead.

The wall is high

Can I be seen

I cheat, I walk around it

Or through it.

I break.

That was me for today. As my hand improves, I hope to get back to full posting schedule. Check back.

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