Can I tell you a secret? Today is Sally’s birthday. So, herewith — a poem written for Sally’s birthday using the prompts she left for me: TAKE, FELINE and CLOUD. (Happy Birthday, Sally!)
FOR SALLY (ON HER BIRTHDAY)
As Winter slinks out with feline disdain,
Spring elbows past her.
In her wake:
She takes a step into September
and breathes into the day.