For today I have written nothing
in my calendar.
As expected I would say,
now that I think about it,
because you ask.
The calendar leaves fall daily.
Some reminders of birthdays,
of festivals and feasts.
Early in June I have marked
–not on paper but
with a secret in my heart,–
and later in the year
two days for personal reasons.
And the calendar leaves fall daily,
and are washed white
as they fall.
Pingback: Carp Fishing and Poetry–Who Knew? « Jilanne Hoffmann
thank you for the kind comment. makes me curious what is hidden by the omissions…