pale, plump tassels decorate the lanes: catkin advent,
that annual blessing
Just squeezed this moment of paying attention in before its time to leave for The Poetry Cafe's monthly Reading at 3. As I reach this 65th small stone I realise how central to my day writing these few words has become. The time it takes is a welcome pause ... a line break in a busy day.
NB ... the 52poem prompt this week is 'touch', and my two on-line courses require 1) a formal poem that breaks the rules set for the form and 2) something mythical! I'm wondering if I can combine all three!!! Catch up with the progress in the next few blog posts.
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