We are experiencing an abnormally cold April thus far and it's got me thinking back to warm springs of my past. I remember the agony of watching the clock on a warm spring day before the end of the school year when the minutes pass "slower than molasses". Hint: it wasn't Mrs. Clark's reading - it was the desire to get outside!
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AuthorCreative 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! Search Poems
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