not-quite Journaling, 51
snowflakes polka dot New York
in a wintry shroud.
In my hearth, I fight frost’s bite
with inked feels and growing things.
3/14/2023: It’s is cold, windy, gloomy, and I don’t like it. But my books, plants, and the beef stew I made last night are wonderfully warming. So, there’s balance… sort of. How are things in your bit of the universe?
soar in the dark.
in a New York spring--
4/4/2023: Today would be a really good day to avoid New York City (the Orange Infection is scheduled to be arraigned in a Manhattan criminal court); the city will be a total mess. But I need a mammogram, and I refuse to let that… man change my routine. Besides, spring is springing, tomorrow is my birthday, and the sun is dancing kisses on my skin.
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #72: Writing About Writing.