On Writing

POEM A DAY – March 31

This Morning’s Symphony

wind chime ting
squirrel scream
robin call
vehicle roar
nose blow
woodpecker knock
blue Jay command
airplane whowhirrrr
phone whuting
saw cry
children squealing
in the schoolyard

And so, we’ve arrived at the final day in March 2026. How in the heeeeellll?! At least the weather is warming…wearing a strapless summer dress, I am!

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