April 6

Winter Exercise

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My morning reps may be different than yours:

Lift light weight, walk twenty steps, go down stairs,

Walk twenty more steps, squat, lift three pounds.

Repeat until light weight becomes heavy.

Lift heavy weight, walk forty steps, squat down,

Place many three pound weights in bin. These are

My morning reps.

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Repeat each early morning through winter.

For extra cardio sweep bits from floor.

The saying goes firewood warms you twice

And I can attest to this while doing

My morning reps.

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(A Rondine Poem)

April 5

Crocus

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Up through old brown crunchy leaves

Emerges a bloom of gold

Up through old brown crunchy leaves

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Undeterred that it’s still cold

A small island of beauty

Emerges a bloom of gold

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Petite bloom is a cutie

Nectar and pollen for bees

A small island of beauty

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Glinting far beneath the trees

A bright harbinger of spring

Nectar and pollen for bees

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Unwary of what spring will bring

First of many on the way

A bright harbinger of spring.

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Petals open in the day

Up through old brown crunchy leaves

First of many on the way

Up through old brown crunchy leaves.

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(A Terzanelle Poem)

April 3

No

Naps for

me before

meeting my dear

I believed them a bore

now it has been made crystal clear

 in day-sleeping there is nothing to fear

it’s good to pull up the blankets, fluff the pillow

quiet the room so there’s nothing to hear

if you are lucky dreams appear

now I find I want more

time to nap here

time to snore

restore

slow.

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(A Diatelle Poem)

March 28

Mystery

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Walked up to some steps to nowhere

Figuring they must go somewhere

Do I find out or imagine?

Will it be familiar to me

Or make me want to turn and flee?

Will they lead to wealth or ruin?

Will they lead to sadness or joy?

Will they entertain or annoy?

Nothing left to do but begin.

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(A Nove Otto Poem)