Since the arrival of spring, we've had many gray, drizzly days here in Massachusetts. I guess that's to be expected at this time of the year. Here's a spring puddle poem for the second day of National Poetry Month. I wrote it some time ago for a collection of seasonal poetry entitled Tasting the Sun.
PUDDLE MUDDLE
by Elaine Magliaro
I’m in the middle
of a puddle…
in the middle…
in a muddle.
The puddle’s much too deep.
It spilled
into my boots.
Now they’re filled
with muddy water
to the brim.
I hope my feet
know how to swim!
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