This is a trite nature lurve poem culled from a messy scrawl of thoughts about our symbiosis with land and water and the attack on same by WV and US lawmakers. This thing here, I don't know. I'm posting it as I like the idea and the rhythm, though I realize there's a rhyme missing and it's just a parody-of-myself kinda piece.
Whatever; it's about the exercise, not posting a polished gleaming poem every day, and I have to catch up having been stoned off my mind on muscle relaxers and anti-convulsants for several days. So, flopping this online and getting back to resting.
Something blue: Sky is piercing clear and painful-bright this morning.
Something borrowed: Breeze is stirring; it holds kisses, lilac scented.
Something old: hills are rippling Dogwoods white, the hills adorning
Something new: every blossom carries promise as if spring were just newborn.