When it’s threatening snow in April
almost May
and you need to find all the
joyful things
like daffodil sprouts defying
the cold
and rotten trees that crashed
now burning
and crackling in the wood stove
and supper
of leftover chicken was actually
quite tasty
and there are friends to meet for
not-coffee
and your mind races and leaps with
joyful things
that would make a list too long for
this poem
so you just breathe thank you and go
to bed.
#30daysofpoetry #day29
