Enjoy this sonnet, if you wish. The title above is the final line, which struck me as a fine personal mantra.
Because it only takes a moment to think.
(My cup emoji is not yellow. sigh)
Pussy-cat -What are vices? Catching rats And eating mices! by Worriedman
Spike Milligan Read on Substack
I love when the whole poem fits in the title box. I had a different poem I was trying to use but I couldn’t figure out an excerpt that made sense. Go read the whole poem, you’ll see what I mean. Plus, it’s a terrific poem!
The author, Pattiann Rogers, is great !
The roofs are shining from the rain./The sparrows tritter as they fly,/And with a windy April grace/The little clouds go by. by Worriedman
Sara Teasdale – “April” Read on Substack
The rest of the poem-
Yet the back-yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree–
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.
Sara Teasdale is a great poet!
Melting snow and cold March rain bring the April flowers.
Daffodils,-
Crocus –
This lovely lady was at the stable yesterday.
She stayed 20 foot away from me for quite awhile, then finally decided I was worth a visit –
The first clematis blooms –
Mandevilla, also known as rocktrumpet or dipladenia ( it’s not a dipladenia – the two are often confused – I can’t remember the difference)
A cat for Caturday!
That’s all I have room for – Thanks for dropping by! (snip)
Scottie's Playtime 