Day 12 NaPoWriMo

I wrote this and then tried a re-write with rhymes and meh. So here’s the non-rhyming version. I didn’t do my normal disclaimer of all these April poems being mostly un-edited. They are.

Almost Mid-April

This is the end of winter
the end of an endless string
of cold and snow and ice
the glinting trees and roads

This is the end of winter
windows, frosted daily, rattling
the harsh and chilly floors
the rime on the front hall door

This is the end of winter
to wake alone, outside the duvet,
the cats each to their own window
laying in the downstairs sun

This is the end of winter
to see the spears of daffodils
pushing through the leaves and
a single bright crocus on the path.