Every task, on paper and mind,
Crossed off—
With the luxury of a clean house,
Lit up with pastels at every corner
It must be April, when the frost of winter is already a distant memory and every thing is coming up!
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
A sweet scent of olden times sweeps the air and I turn sharply, searching for the guilty flora. Unable to spot it quickly, I inhale
I know you always feel like there is this half or my half that weighs you down, dragging you to almost nothingness. I know you
It’s discipline I’m seeking now and forever Stop talking just act! It’s discipline My arch nemesis I face Only in winter. Out of the icy