The morning
Sunshine woke her
Spring couldnt wait
She conspired
She slipped past winters gate
And visited us
Shadorma
The morning
Sunshine woke her
Spring couldnt wait
She conspired
She slipped past winters gate
And visited us
Shadorma
Twenty days have come and gone,
Only Ten more to go,
A challenge it was and still is,
Of Thirty poems to bestow.
I’ve enjoyed what’s come to mind,
Each day as the words form,
Spontaneity is something new to me,
As impromptu is not my norm.
My hope is that I can finish,
And accomplish well this task,
Of Thirty poems in thirty days,
Then in my accolades I will bask .
Leona J Atkinson
04-20-13