I latchkeyed my way into
the month of May, while
marmalading few classic
cream scones.

What? The mind is spent
you say? Coffee the muse
if its restoration that you
sigh for, as even crocuses
close at night.

I have found that once in
a while even despair can
be cowarded.

 

Photo credits: Unsplash

Form: Verbification 

Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads