You can't turn your back on the calendar for an instant. It's sneaky. April almost pounced on me, all ninja-like, but I noted its growing signatures--warmth and wind and a riot of flowers in my backyard.
Now I'm ready for April. Kinda. Sorta. Maybe.
April means
the Poem a Day Challenge. This will be extra challenging this year. I've been working
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haiku on a postcard would count.
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