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Stumbling Into Spring: NaPoWriMo 2021 - 1. April 1st - April 6th
April 1st
April First
means the creek is awash
with bright-faced, black-booted fishermen;
the slate-grey morning sky greets their optimism
with laughter reserved for the hopeful,
and snow squalls white enough
for the fool.
April 2nd
Moonlight parts the clouds
to show the constellations
peering at bare trees.
Owls call before dawn
deep amongst the tall hemlocks
recounting the night.
Silent deer scatter,
leaping across the meadow
when the wind changes.
April 3rd
My students stopped caring
about what I’m wearing;
I’m reasonably certual
it’s because we went virtual.
~~~ * ~~~
Picture, picture on the screen,
vision of what might have been,
mock you now my present state,
large of paunch and bald of pate?
Did you feel it? Could you tell
that I just now tripped and fell?
Was I not once tall and fair,
light of foot and debonair?
Am I asking far too much
if my self I could retouch?
April 4th
This poem
starts with three syllables,
followed by lines of six, nine and twelve,
which allow perceptions to develop and grow
before phrases of nine, six and three
bring their paradoxes
to a stand.
April 5th
Kindness smiles
like February sun
which warms old bones despite winter’s chill,
and enchants the snow with its perfect cloud-brushed teeth,
calling the silent, somnolent earth
to embrace everyone
in its joy.
April 6th
I sing the comfort of a cat
when Lady Fortune’s been a brat
and every cloud seems made of rain,
enough to drown Mount Ararat.
My feline friend looks with disdain
o’er puddles forming on the plain,
but yawns in lieu of loud meow
with bearing regal and urbane.
His dignity must yet allow
the needs of hunger to avow
by loitering with nonchalance
near cat food dish devoid of chow.
But meeting my aloof response,
he’ll on my lap his bulk ensconce,
at peace within the place he sat,
content with slumber, for the nonce.
Thank you for reading these. If you have any comments or thoughts, I'd be very glad to see them.
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