Yesterday I got off the highway in an attempt at avoiding traffic only to be in more so I went the other way. I set the GPS for my destination and traveled in mostly the direction I thought I should until the GPS stopped wanting me to do a U-turn. At one point, I reach the top of a hill and can see the valley stretched out with some distant rooftops and the gold dome of the state capitol seemingly peaking through trees. Mountains? probably hills in the far distance. Beauty in spontaneity.
For the First of April, 2017
by J. McCarron
Bringing heavy snow and cold
The First of April had arrived once more
Could a crueler joke be told?
Like someone forgot to close winter’s door
Glowing orange in my room
City lights reflect on the snow filled sky
Snuggled in the orange gloom
Sleep eludes me no matter how I try
Sleep eludes as does the spring
In the night, snow falling quiet and deep
Spring is such a fickle thing
Beautiful, yet impossible to keep
by J. McCarron
