Hurry up please, it’s time!

snow, just so pretty

adorns the willow branches

April is cruel

Skat@2022

Am I?

Sometimes I have this

strange feeling I’m repeating

myself here. Sometimes …

Skat@2022

Ninety-five:

You’d be today, if

Eighty was not when you died.

Remembering you

this day, on your natal day.

Love, from your darling daughter.

xoxo

Skat@2022

Out, like a lion

Technically, it’s

spring, so why is the forecast

freezing rain tonight?

Skat@2022

Can It Be Spring?

Birdsong throngs the air;

Chipmunk has arisen—plump

From his warm storehouse—

All willing to forget such

a cold and nasty winter.

Skat@2022