It's National Poetry Month or something like that. Here is the beginning of my attempt to post even more poetry than I usually do in a month. And most of it is hopefully going to be from my own notebooks.
Warmth is curling at the air and wind is winding up
and pulling each of us inch by inch outdoors,
and sun is drawing like a magnet all the green
from underneath the soil up and outward.
And not a one of us resists the spell,
the chains compelling heart and flesh,
but we embrace the burn of this intoxication.