Aw, the last day of April. A bittersweet good-bye to National Poetry Month.
Poetry Blooms
It’s been a month of poetry.
Writing everyday as a tulip blooms
on days of sun and days of rain.
Writing room windows streaked with rain.
Sipping tea, nibbling on chocolate, writing poetry.
Words and images on a page blooms.
New month’s coming and a poppy blooms.
Unpredictable weather with thunder and rain.
The writing room waits for more poetry.
A month of poetry as rain nurtures blooms.
© 2014 Jone Rush MacCulloch all rights reserved
rain pounds on the window
the writing room waits
words bloom
© 2014 Jone Rush MacCulloch all rights reserved
Jone Rush MacCulloch 
The month of words, indeed, Jone. So many to enjoy. I need a rest, but it was fun to read all through the days! Happy May!