Puddle Muddle: A Spring Poem

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!