nothing but child’s play

I see a lot of families out walking, biking and generally enjoying together time right now. Which is the silver lining of all the ruckus. So, it only made sense for childhood to be on my mind as a I played with four of the March 2020 NaHaiWriMo prompts: patches of snow, plum blossom, return of the migrants and thunderheads.

I spy croci
peeking through fairy rings
snow patch find

white snow turns pink
when the south wind blows
we honk with the geese

among cedar and fern
we wandered dawn to dusk
porch light migrants

with each flash of light
we count one-Mississippi
big guns overhead

Let me know what you think!

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