Words: Poetry Month, Second Day









Bake the bread, brush the dog.

Feed the cats. Respect

the times. Comprehend

this chance to prove yourself.

Have you noticed 

that wet pine bark is purple? 

In the cold night rains,

the spotted salamanders rise up

from the muddy ground,

and slither to the pools 

where they’ll swim out 

their clouds of eggs.

It is Spring, despite everything.

Wash the walls. Rake the lawn.

Launder the sheets and

hang them to dry in the sun.


One comment on “Words: Poetry Month, Second Day

  1. Christine Lee Moore says:

    Ah yes. The world will continue long after we humans have winked ourselves out.

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