Another month of poetry

Another month of fun,

or sorrow, and/or make believe,

as we await long days with sun.


Ever the returning challenge

to choose the words to say

with precision and great poignancy

events’ effects each day.


Not only great catastrophes,

but tiny baby toes.

Everything that strikes me

as influencing smiles, or woes.


I hope to see more joy, than pain,

as these thirty days pass by;

once all is said and all is done

to sigh a pleasant sigh.


April 2, 2017


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