The Last of March, Waiting For April

Don’t let the door hit you on the way out March! Been real, now get outta here!

It’s blowing and howling and sleeting and icing… all because it’s the end of March.

That means tomorrow is April first, the first day of National Poetry Writing Month and National Poetry Month. I hope to again write at least a poem a day and as is traditional, I’m full of anticipation about what to do and whether there should be a little side project.

It’s just that moment of waiting and wondering. Tomorrow it will be what it will be. Thirty days of writing. And maybe a side project.

Here, you can have a little Emily Dickinson while we’re waiting for April.

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