It’s All Been Done

I’ve written about sunshine

I’ve written about rain

I’ve written about gratitude

I’ve written about pain

I’ve written sweet poems that whisper

And furious ones that shout

But now I sit with pen in hand

What else can I write about?

Seed Catalogues

It’s time to shop for seeds to start

In little fuzzy squares

Time to sift through sock drawers

Sort those lone socks into pairs

Time to check your smoke alarms

And see if they’re expired

Time to sit down on the couch

And let yourself be tired

Time to work and rest and write

And map out who you’ll be

Choose how you will live your life

In twenty-twenty-three

Under the Spell of Spellcheck

My writing’s pretty decent and my grammar’s rather swell

But I really must confess that I do not know how to spell

I started to berate myself, but figured what the heck

I’ll focus on the meter and leave spelling to Spellcheck