Getting up early every day to write for decades means that I have filled analog notebooks and computer files with what I have come to think of as Poetic Fragments or Poetic Drafts.

They are too brief and small to be complete poems but at the same time, I can often find no way of turning them into something more.

I have it in my mind to begin including some of these fragmental drafts here at ClimbingSky. Maybe someone else will be able to make more of them than I am able to.

Here is one about baseball and new days.

Enjoy!

GRAY DAY
by M.A.H. Hinton

gray sky
gray day
bare trees

a cardinal’s
morning song
sets it
all
on fire