A gray morning. Yesterday, full of rain. In the late afternoon, I went to the market to
buy milk, bread, Stacy naked pita
chips. Three women, who passed me
walking at different times, said exactly the same line: “At least, it’s not
snow.” Fat cold raindrops plopping on our heads. We’re all dreaming of
Spring. I’m so out of sync because of
the winter hanging on. I actually think
there is time left in this semester.
But, in truth, time is moving quickly.
Last evening at twilight, a coyote came in and
snagged some of our chickens. At this point we’re not sure how many were
taken. The chickens scatter in a panic,
hiding in the dark. We were hoping they
went under the porch. The dark came on
fast and we couldn’t see anything. This morning I saw one Brahma walking along
the garden’s wooden fence. This is the season of hunger. The fox and coyote have birthed their
litters, and are looking for the quick meal.
I never get used to this.
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I hope the daily poetry prompts have trigger some new poems. The act of writing daily can be very soothing, especially now when there's so many deadlines. I've carved out time to do this, too.
***If you want to see all the prompts you have to click on older posts.
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