Thought I’d share a poem for a Sunday morning. I don’t write poetry much but occasionally my mind turns to it, like it did one April day this Spring while driving along. If you write poetry or know someone who does, you might want to be aware of the Narrative Magazine Sixth Annual Poetry Contest. Check it out for yourself or share it with someone you know. Thanks for reading!
The April Countryside
Gray April skies shower an inconsistent drip.
Follow a winding ribbon of gray
up the hill then down as it drops away.
Matted yellow grass, freed from blankets of snow
fills the pasture, greening at water’s edge.
Last year’s corn stubble dots the muddy field,
bare limbs move restlessly as
clinging dried orange leaves shudder-shake.
Old out buildings stand slant-sided,
unable to resist the ravages of winter
while, older still, a barn that could
squats solidly in the middle of a field.
Melora Johnson's Muse 