National Poetry Month  – Day One



Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Or maybe to a bleak winter subzero night?

Your mood may fly from warm to cold

and back again to my delight or sorrow.

And anywhere in between

I cower at the thunderstorm or the rumbly earthquake

Or the floods of emotions that often trip along at my feet

Sometimes getting deeper and deeper

I enjoy the surprise of a warm spring

Or the gentle run of an autumn rain shower after

A hot day in the sun.

The seasons of your being make you

Distinctly you.