Okay, someone go find February and bring it back. I didn’t get anything done I had on my list, the list which I can’t find, but know has important stuff waiting to be done.
Some poetry for March:
Blackberry clouds drift over
Darkened hills
I lick dust from dry lips
And run on to escape
The whir of defeat
So I guess if I type here, I’ll reach you. Thanks for the comments. Love your handle: treading water is perfect. How did that happen?
Hi Lee,
Love the poem!
Great blog!
Nan
Love the fruity cloud reference.