I'm writing a poem a day for National Poetry Month, but all of my poems so far have been kind of meh. It's about time for one that's both cheese and cracker, not one or the other.
It's cold again. Flowers are freezing. I've been a little cranky, but getting things done. The bit of Maytime between spring and summer classes, it calls to me right now.
I also feel as if it's time to write differently, shake it up a little, etc. We shall see.