Walking Through March

National Poetry Month Entry #1 | Prompt: life as a metaphor Smooth, steady stride across new pavement fresh breeze rustling hair sun-warmed shoulders Measured, deliberate steps around disturbed earth dried thorns grabbing sleeves cold mud under fingernails Slow, unbalanced shuffle up the final hill wet socks rubbing blisters sweating, breathless and tired

April 20 : Friday

Full sunshine warming winter-weary grass, Ready to throw open the windows and invite in the air. Inside is cool and quiet-- we fall asleep on accident. Dancing tree limbs sprinkled with new buds, Ants stealing crumbs from around flip flopped feet. Yesterday we said goodbye to our overcoats.