The last weekend of 2018
Glad to see it
Glad life moves forward whether we are aware or not
Glad to wake up each day to unpredictable events, though the routine seems the same
Glad scars heal practically impossible to see, or feel, or matter
Glad bulbs are in the garden, rose roots are deep
Glad snow and cold cover them until it is time to stretch
Glad Spring will be here, again, sooner than later.
Note: I am aware there is no rhythm, rhyme, nor real reason to this …
I shall practice on meter, and other basic poetry rules…tomorrow…
ENJOY THIS WEEKEND!
WILL SHARE AGAIN NEXT YEAR!