It's a color
Not quite 'primary'
From mixing
Yellow and red...
It's a shade of
Autumn sunsets;
Yet, something we
Should dread...
It matches a
'Certain someone';
A creep of
Nasty Words...
Have you guessed it?
'Cuz you know him!
He's the King of
Big orange turds...
If the shoe
commode-contents fit, wear it !!
Dump Rick Scott, as well. He's a crooked asshole.
My DAFFS feel
'Frozen'
To the touch:
Am I expecting
Far too much ?
Some latitudes
Bring
Springs quite cold;
Life's tender
Roots
Ensnared by mold...
Thus, Eliot
waxed
'Wisely'
On his
hunch
That
"April is the
cruelest month"
'FEAR OF FLYING'
IS ALL TOO REAL
~Anais Nin
I can't remember back
That far
To Spring 'real nice'
In March...
Most of the time
March-days
unfold
As
dismal,
Damp,
and stark.
The southern climes
Are better set
To charm us
With their
blooms...
While we,
'Quite north',
Still wear
Our coats and curse
The nippy gloom !!
poem
by L.P.-G./2024
However,
there IS a bright light today: Happy Birthday, Dr. Kaitlyn !!
