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