Ronda Larkin is a common mom with uncommon poetic perspectives.
As springtime showers melt the snow,
Pools of water
Here, now grow.
Leading me to thoughts of boating;
In a kayak
I am floating,
From the garden to the swings,
Past the drooping apple trees,
Our backyard seas;
Moving through with slowest care,
For too much air,
Could lodge me awkwardly, to straddle,
Low hung limbs,
Without a paddle.