Today we were walking in the park and I looked up to see a flock of birds encompassing the sky. I can feel the beauty of spring in the breeze. No wonder spring has been the ever-changing muse of so many a great writer. Here are just a few of my favorite spring poems...
I sit behind a computer for 8 hours a day. I bet you do too. Yesterday I stopped typing and cracked my back. When I stood up my shoulder cracked. As I moved to the break room my ankle cracked. What was this posture doing to my bones? Or was more than just the computer...
