March swept by in a flurry of transitional weather patterns as I sliced for thirty days. Being preoccupied by the professional development training I facilitated today, I planned a late afternoon slice but plans sometimes do not come to be. Exhausted from a day of constant interaction and brain fired up, I immediately fell into a dreamy state when I returned home.
The countdown begins.
I race against time as
Winter melts into spring,
Laying a blanket of cool March air
Upon a mattress of recollection.
The heavy drip drop of rain
Lulls me into an afternoon doze.
I snuggle up with visions of slices
Passing by in an endless stream.
Within the layers of hazy sleep,
Thirty pieces of short writing
Collect and swirl, floating in air.
In a half-wake state, I see her.
Adorned in golden text, she guides
My hand to create one more slice.
A month-long challenge may end;
A month-long challenge may end;
Seasons transition BUT
Writing continues.
©CVarsalona, 2017
Writing continues.
©CVarsalona, 2017
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Four hours later, I present my thirty-first slice in a series titled March Musings for Two Writing Teachers' March Slice of Life Story Challenge.
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