poetry, writing

Small Wins

We couldn’t find the right boxes;

They’re somewhere in the disaster

That we call the bottomless pit, er, garage.

Finally, I relented and gave up,

Wrapped the silver ornaments

And stored them into a different box.

I know I’ll never find them again.

But it’s a small win, so I’ll take it.

Now the last of Christmas is finally away.

Which means Spring has sprung early….

I really love putting out my bunnies.

Even if the day of love has not yet passed.

Besides it’s already in the 80s today,

And strawberries are ripening on the vine.

Yes, yes, it’s time for springtime.

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