Poem #135: Morning
May is such a beautiful month to me. The greens are electric, the earth shoots out colors we haven't seen all winter long, and being out-of-doors is generally pleasant at all hours of the day. Here's a May memory of mine from my farming days.
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Creative enthusiast, gregarious naturalist, opinionated humanist, MBA, RYT 200. Amy Kay Czechowicz completed a poetry challenge for 2018 and 2020 by posting an original poem daily to this blog. She's started a Patreon for 2023 where you can find her more recent work!