I was going to start April
With a Foolish Slice,
Real Life Intervened
The sky was dark
The lights flickering
As I brewed Lemon Ginger.
The thunder was deafening
The lightning spell-binding
As I settled to read end-March slices.
I connected, commented, smiled,
Reflected, wondered, agreed,
Enjoyed the afterglow
As the storm raged outside
Until the lights and internet
Declared the month done.
No more reading
No more commenting
For now,
Yet, a sound and light show
Beckoning attention
Heralding April Poetry.
