Much Ado About Nought

By Rondo, poet and vocal mischief.

Good day, dear friends.

Someone, whose name will remain anonymous, is feeling unwell so our blog is unbelievably short, practically non-existent. 

As a consolation I will share an early poem of mine. 

Meantime, we at Mischief and Mayhem Central hope you are all well and thriving despite the restrictions and challenges of this pandemic.



Crocus

Little crocus beneath the snow so deep

Wake up from your winter sleep

The sun shines down and warms your bed

Open your eyes and raise your head.

Time to push through, take a peek

For winter's almost over and it's you I seek.

Comments are welcomed. 

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