I’m posting a (poetry) work in progress today as well as some pix of Easter finery. Back when our kids were young we would have an egg hunt and brunch and I find I’m missing that. Perhaps next year.
What the east wind brings
I’ve joined the ranks of crones
who wear hats on Easter
in recollection of their youth.
I wear lipstick
the deep red of cherries
as I never did in my spring youth.
I put on heels, impractical shoes
prancing and pretty,
replace the functional flats of youth.
And color splashes in my clothes
where black once uniformed
the seriousness of my youth
I just may be Eostre’s egg
awaiting my rebirth.
NaPoWriMo is half over. I’ve hit a kind of burn out crisis point but that is one of the risks of building a practice. I also had a crisis of another sort when researching the repercussions of posting poems on my own blog. More on that later. For now, enjoy your day. And eat a chocolate rabbit ears first.
Checking in at Visible Monday. See you there.