Wednesday, March 19, 2014

The Winter of Our Discontent about to be over, after a record-breaking number of days with below-zero temps, and head-high heaps of snow.

Frozen in place by solidified slush,
pelted by snow and the harsh polar vortex,
can a muse come awake from a hibernal hush,
and thaw out a verse from a half-gelid cortex?

It's time for March Madness in the poetry tournament at thinkkidthink.