The year has got off to a good start, with some writing, cake baking and a long walk and I’ve just gone back to the draft of the poem I wrote this morning. That one is not ready to be shown to anyone yet so I’ve leave you with Kim Addonzio’s poem New Year’s Day
The rain this morning falls
on the last of the snow
and will wash it away. I can smell
the grass again, and the torn leaves
being eased down into the mud.
The few loves I’ve been allowed
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