NaPoWriMo #9

The frost has left the ground
purple crocus are open
Sparrows are back
insistently calling
Old Sam, Peabody, Peabody, Peabody
to one another
Buds on maples are reddening
the first tiny leaves
on the lilac
have opened
as we tip towards the sun.
Tomorrow’s forecast is
10-12 inches of snow –
a typical April in Wisconsin

Disclaimer: I looked up the sound the sparrows make.  If left to my own devices I just hear cheep – cheepcheep – cheep.

NaPoWriMo #1

Spring is here
officially
Unofficially, tiny snow flakes
are dancing through
gunmetal gray skies
as if to taunt us
Last fall’s
dead leaves are
exposed like dirty socks and secrets
I go to the back of the closet
to get my winter coat

Happy Spring, suckers –
April Fools!

April is the cruelest month, and also National Poetry month. So in honor of that I will post a poem each day of the month. I should probably be linked to some helpful site that encourages this and gives writing topics, but I’m just not well organized enough to have thought about that. So, let the adventure begin.

15

One day I will eat
egg whites in purgatory
with my sins stacked beside me
like pancakes

Today I wait
pressed
between the pages of a book

In the kitchen
a lone wasp circles
around the light

Outside snow gathers
in the low spots
I take out my biggest pot
this is a soup night

11

Spring is trying to reform.
She’s been such a cold bitch
even the crows are pissed off.
But just when we think she’s
going to turn over a new leaf
who should come along
but Snow White.

Actually, it wasn’t so bad in my little corner of Wisconsin today. That’s what’cha for being behind with writing.