what accounting do we face for what is done
and what remains? Do you keep a list?
Mark each item off? Do you ever wonder
what happens to those must-do-today action steps
that somehow vanish? I'd like to think,
perhaps just for today, someone else is keeping track.
I''d rather see again the first tiny snowdrops and
those rich purple crocus buds lifting to the sun.
All promises of spring.
With hope, every morning we begin anew.
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Today's poem comes at the very end of the day, yet I'm still hoping to meet that challenge to write a poem of sorts for each day in April. May spring bring you warmer days and perhaps, flowers!
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