April's National Poetry Month -- Watch This Space, Yo.

April 2 - What My Hand Holds

Once I filled my hand with sunshine.

Then I opened it, and love flew away.

I then filled it with anger and closed it again.

It never opened.

(inspired by Kahlil Gibran)

April 1 - April Arrives

April arrives at attention.

Anxiously at an angle.

Already as annoyed as an angry anthill.

Anticipating another anomaly.

As always.