Cool winds blow
I awake at 5 to the sound of the wind
It is March
The trees are blooming
At 9
The sky will become clear
I will walk in full sun
Yesterday, so tired
I never did my exercise
Yet, 7 lbs. down
As the day unfolds
Picchu gobbles her new cat food
So much to her liking
I open my heart to the wind and shadow
Spring wakes
My vision is clear
Like Hemingway's Moveable Feast
I write a bit, stop, write again
save some for the next day
and begin again.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Friday, 22 March 2013
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