This feels like a bit of a cheat, and I suppose it actually is.  I was DETERMINED to write a poem a day in April.  I started off OK, but then this weekend happened.  This weekend when I should have had plenty of time to write and instead I found Every. Minute. Full. From Quilting classes to cheese tastings to hours of gardening in the rain, because that is what you have to do in those slim windows of time.

Anyway… I used that time in my garden to write three short poems to sort of “catch up.”

POEM ONE

Old Man’s Beard
Hangs
Floating and wispy
From tangled branches
Across a level landscape
Where tiny buds wait
Green and tender
And full of
Promise

POEM TWO

Red Berries hang
Heavy
Framed by a window
They are bright
Against a winter sky,
Dazzling crimson
In knots and clusters,
They hang
Tenuous,
Waiting for
Summer birds
Summer breezes

POEM THREE

The moss lays thick
on long place rocks,
spongy, damp
always damp.
While it clings,
and creeps
and covers
I debate
Running my fingers
Along the edge,
Separating and
Moving it,
But let it stay –
Rock and moss
Let it stay –
Damp and clinging