April Morning 2022

Blank as an empty wall

hard to picture much at all;

digging into mind’s coffer,

just this or that to offer.

Sunnier than yesterday,

that sky clouded over gray.

First, I’ll solve today’s Wordle,

postpones my bigger hurdle.

In blue chair I sit upright

looking out for lines to write.

Despite glass not so clean,

leafing tree appears serene.

Tranquil surge of springing life

counterbalances world strife;

purple petals on porch floor,

blooms unfold to flower more.