12/29/18

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!