I listen to warblers trilling, and rain
dripping, dropping, plopping, muddy pools
swelling, a symphony at cool
gray dusk, skeletal gravid
trees limbs, henna-umbered,
wet, rooted deep, earth
softly greening,
April’s first
song of
Spring
~kat – 3 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 #3 – Reverse Etheree – 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1)




April 4th, 2017 at 11:06 am
Excellent! 😎🌹🌹
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April 4th, 2017 at 12:21 pm
I love the “sounds” in this one!
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April 4th, 2017 at 1:22 pm
me too…a spring rain is a feast for the senses! 🙂
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April 4th, 2017 at 3:26 pm
Gorgeously evocative poetry. Well done, Kat! 🙂 xo
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April 4th, 2017 at 3:31 pm
Thank you Joy. I did this poem a day a couple of times before. Always a challenge. Fortunately there is plenty of inspiration with Spring in the air. 🙂
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