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.