I continue typing up drafts of poems old and new on my Smith-Corona Super-Speed.
I have noticed over the years that there are seasons to the writing life: times of want and times of plenty. You suffer through the droughts so you can enjoy the rains.
My little volume of typed up poems grows and I have re-mapped a strategy for MontanaWriter… or more properly, a new strategy has been mapping out me.
Redwing blackbirds have returned to the edges of thawing ponds and small lakes. Juncos are gathering again under feeders. It is spring in the North Country.