squishy ground
mud puddles
and dog prints
squawking in
wet sneakers
that can’t sneak
traditions:
searching out
crocus blooms
I wrote this tricube (3 verses, 3 lines each, 3 syllables each) in response to Ethical ELA’s Verselove. I’ve long lurked and read, but finally jumped in and added my two (twenty-seven?) cents…
(And yes, the pedant in me knows the blooms above are not crocuses. But still spring, nonetheless.)

I’ve also been lurking, but poetry in the comments gives me hives. I write about daffodils today. But not as simple in the syllable count as this lovely poem of yours. Thanks for sharing 🙂