The sky is blue.
The clouds are white.
The grass is green.
The air is warm.
The doors are wide.
The air flows in.
My shirt has short sleeves.
The horse sheds on the barn floor.
The dog and I walk the edge of the field.
The dog runs.
I mull.
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Dedication: To Sunflower, for the encouragement.
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Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott
3 thoughts on “Spring Day”
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Love this 🙂 Makes me feel like I’m outdoors, even though I’m working under florescent lights in a office right now.
Meanwhile in Canada ….
The spring has sprung.
And then unsprung.
Broken tree limbs
From last week’s ice storm
Are now being blanketed
In post-Easter snow.
Feh.
Glad I didn’t put the winter blankets away.
Poetry is all around us. Although, I’d be hard pressed to find a chirpy rhyme for fluorescent. Google has incessant, depressant, convalescent, and so on.