Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2014
The wind blew in,
On a warm march day.
Started off with rain,
Then snow in the middle of May.

Halfway to June,
I lost track of time.
somehow though,
I kept rhythm and rhyme.

It was quarter to November,
When I finally stopped to say,
Whatever happened to,
March, April and May?
Aaron Reisinger
Written by
Aaron Reisinger
Please log in to view and add comments on poems