The morning chorus of birdsong greets me under a gray-cloaked sky.
We sip coffee
on the back porch in sweatshirts, hoods pulled tight
around our faces as the first tentative raindrops
scamper across the yard, blipping onto the peeling paint,
spreading out into Rorschach blobs that test our springtime fortitude.
I wrote this poem for this week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. This week’s prompt was contributed by Heather, who asks us to do the following:
- Write a poem about… April! What comes to mind when you think of the month of April? Draw from your memories, your five senses, activities you associate with the month… go wherever this prompt takes you!
Words and Coffee Writing 
I love the scene you’ve painted of the raindrops hitting the paint and turning into Rorschach blobs.🎨
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Plenty of April showers this year. But the signs of spring are always worth celebrating. (K)
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Definitely. Rain again today!
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This is such good imagery, Sarah ❤ ~ Love it!
~David
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Thank you, David! ❤️
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I can relate to the desire to have that first coffee outdoors in the spring. Such a wonderful feeling.
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It’s so relaxing. 😊
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Beautifully expressed Sarah! ❤
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Thank you! 🙂
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Hi, Sarah! 👋🏻
Just wanna let you know about this week’s W3 prompt, which is hosted by our brilliant Ben Tonkin.
https://skepticskaddish.com/2024/04/24/w3-prompt-104-weave-written-weekly/
Enjoy!
Much love,
David
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Thanks, David!
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🤗
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A beautiful write ✍️
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Thank you! 😊
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