TODAY


I walked out into spring.
Squishy, crunchy, slippery steps
along the path.

Gulping in blue sky.
Deep, still, blue sky.


The air was different –
fresher – lighter – sweeter.
Or was that my heart?

Almost April.
Don’t be fooled, I say.
April is the cruelest month.

But still my heart sings.

                              k.m.