First Poem In Many Months
This is the first poem
I’ve written in many months,
Since fall slid into winter snows
And winds and storms
And out of them into fresh approaching spring
With blooming flowers, BBQs
And ladies in their summer shorts
So beautiful to view in gaits.
Seems years ago I penned my thoughts,
So scattered now, and as a mother,
I find myself outside
On the doorstep of my mind
Calling them all “come home –
It’s suppertime.”
It’s been so long a time, a long day!
My table’s prepared -
My paper’s ready for my pen
And I to dine on words?
A W.C.Hull Poem © 2004-2022-379 (C)
Copyright © W.C. Hull | Year Posted 2022
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