Natalie Goldberg in Writing Down the Bones challenged me to write right now...so here it is:
A yellow butterfly flew by
Because the sun was shiniing bright
Because the grass was green
The daffodils were sparkling in the wind...
Today is March the first, Ash Wednesday...it should be cold...
But, no, the temberature is 97 in the shade!
The cardinal sings.
Cats sun themselves.
Buds almost burst from branches dry.
Is today the first day of spring?
No, not in March!
But, yes, the yellow butterfly flew by...
Who knows...not I, but he did fly by.