#421: A Curtal Sonnet (à la “Pied Beauty”) on April 16, 2022

Glory be to mowing right before the rains come– For black clouds as dark as coal just so far away; For the vacuum cleaner purr of my electric mower;Not a scent of gasoline in the air as I race against time; The lawn patchy and poofed in spots where grass grows uneven; Now smoothed byContinue reading “#421: A Curtal Sonnet (à la “Pied Beauty”) on April 16, 2022″