April the Fool

Only a fool would rise

not long before noon

on the first of April

greeted by new snow

pounding headache

deadlines at work

family obligations

daily news nightmares

all the pressures of living

yet exclaiming It’s April!

Let’s get going writing poems!

Swallow aspirin

drink coffee

write

April is National Poetry Month! Fool that I am, not sure I can manage a poem every day but let’s see what happens. This one is marginally responsive to Brendan's tarot prompt.
 
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