It’s 48 degrees
Outside
Wind is howling
Far and
Wide
Spring’s decided
It will
Hide
Monochrome Monday
One day
When the vast majority
Of people
Live primarily
In a virtual world
Perhaps
The small minority
Clinging
Tenaciously
To reality
Will be deemed
Mentally ill
Repetition
Pleases the
Eye
That in truth
Is no
Lie
Robin perched
Soaking
Wet
Time to
Dry out his red
Breast
my aunt and cousin
when he was a wee infant
mother’s gift of love
River coursing
At
A fast
Clip
Downstream
On
Predetermined
Trip
Slippery rocks
Better
Check your
Grip
Monochrome Monday
road winding upward
through the Big Thompson canyon
gaining altitude
Soon
The benches
Will be
Full
Come holidays
And end
Of
School
Single tulip
Steals the
Show
Luscious pink
Down
Below
Nimbly
Down the tree
He
Stepped
So swift of
Foot
With knees
Flexed
Monochrome Monday
